The young man sets down his bucket and picks up his wand. A thin trail of suds falls behind the string moving through the air as a strand of iridescent bubbles along out into the wind. A crowd gathers around him, small children drawn to the shiny orbs dragging their parents behind. Onlookers stop and smile, chuckling at the children running through the street. In this way, the portrait of the young man is not of him, but rather around him.