I walked into what appeared to be an art gallery that was part of an art school and a larger artist community. I was admiring the unique pieces of modern-looking paintings and sculptures. I moved through several rooms into a large mezzanine. At the far end of this long space was a younger man sitting at an artist work station. He had darker hair and eyes and a muscular, stocky build. There were several jewelry pieces on his face and ears, and he may have had several tattoos on his arms. He looked rough in appearance, but his heart was loving and tender. I felt a brotherly love towards him. He was a Christian, and the Lord had sent him to this place to reach the lost.