 Why do you say that? Because I saw it. That's what most of the thoughts were. Between the violence and the sadness and the loneliness, there were some of the most wonderful paintings I've ever seen. I don't know how many of them were real and how many of them were only in his head, but they were breathtaking. That sounds lovely. It was. But he's still homeless, isn't he? He's cold and hungry and has beautiful art to make and no opportunity to. I want to help him.