When I first spotted him, I was impressed with his resourcefulness. Obviously, he had found his toupee in the discarded costumes bin at the thrift store. I imagined him spotting a shrunken Wonder Woman wig lying among the ruins and as his heart skipped a beat, he grabbed it, tore the glittering headband off, and placed it atop his head. He might have asked a passing customer what they thought, and being polite, the customer maintained a straight face and told him he looked great. Thrilled, he marched to the counter and paid for his treasure, then waltzed out in the bright sun to show off his impressive new look. Of course he could also be a batty scientist who found a woolly mammoth pelt on one of his artic expeditions and decided to glue a tuft over his bald spot. I suppose I could spend hours speculating what this thing on his head could be, but it's probably best to let it remain a mystery. Medium: graphite on paper, digital paint.
