El Burro y el Ratón

I’m walking down a street in Barcelona, alone in my thoughts. I am visiting a gallery owner. As I get close to the door, I notice some people outside who haven’t been allowed in. And I wonder: Could it be that they judge us by color? By who is with us? Could it be that they don’t like the way we dress? Could it be that we don’t fit in?

This painting is made in oil and acrylic on canvas.