The film exposes the raw beginnings of creative thought processes, and questions the artists’ role within an environment of conspicuous poverty and an increasingly middle class art world that is in danger of becoming insular and self-serving. The filmmaker questions the relationship between artwork, societal situations within which art is produced and the notion of artistic privilege. Artists are not working in isolation in an ivory tower imbued with gifted foresight or some out-dated myth of genius. The film depicts the artistic reactions to the homeless woman sleeping in the doorway of the studio. And how they the artists and the women living in the street affected each other.