This is what you might call a biographical painting. Although it is not actually my brother in the painting, it is dedicated to him and his struggle for survival.
My brother suffers from schizophrenia and has had an extremely difficult time throughout his adult life. He has sporadic contact with my family, usually when he could use some support (financial, that is). After years of trying to set up housing, counselling, and a myriad of social services for him, we've come to terms with the fact that this is how he plans to live his life. We welcome opportunities to maintain any contact we can with him and continue to think of him and pray for him.
The graffiti on the bench are messages I would send him if I could. The figures in the background are from childhood photos. The man's expression is so similar to the many homeless men and woman that I have observed over the years, like someone trapped inside an alternative existence, something other than this world.