RP: A Failure in the Met

You were just chilling in NYC for some appearent reason. The streets were crowded with venders that sold food, clothing, and one of the most seen venders were the art and painting ones. Outside of the Met art museum their was one of these art venders. However unlike most art vender, the man didn't sell cartoon and characters. No it was all hand made paintings that involved places in NYC, people, and sceneries of nature. Their the artist sat in his folding chair with his head in his hands. He was a nobody. A failure. He need money for paying his bills and getting himself eating things other than instant noodles. When you were in front of his table, he looked up at you with clear blue eyes that showed off his desperate and anxiousness. "See anything you like?"