There was a woman who always begged for money at the traffic intersection. If you didn’t give anything, she would look at you and say, ” ok… prossima volta…” (next time). I saw her there for years and years…
In this painting, a solitary person stands by the window looking out at the city. In despair, he thinks, “maybe there is some sort of help out there…if only … ” an angel flies overhead and looks down but offers no help and only answers, “prossima volta…”
ROBERT BRUCE 