Memories of a Coast

a. the land next to the sea; seashore:

The streets of San Francisco filled my small studio apartment on O’ Farrell. There was an overall feeling of freedom. I walked everywhere. To school. To work. If it was too far to walk, I would hop the bus. What a treat! (The people watching alone was worth the ride).

I would take the bus out to the avenues near the coast. With my polaroid I would snap the sunset hitting the small stucco houses out that way. Eventually I would paint a series from these reference polaroids, entitled “House Painting”. They were dramatic and saturated. Loose, expressive and close to abstraction. I didn’t fear the brush nor paint.

That was many moons ago, but I have a recurring dream of walking around near dusk all of the city by the Bay. In the dream I am overcome with euphoria.

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