In 1967, my friend S. and I rode the train from Ohio to San Francisco. Our tiny apartment was on Nob Hill for $75 a month. Often I would take my newsprint pad, pastels and ink out sketching. I still have a dozen or so sketches, of course quite yellow and fragmented. But a darned miracle they still exist. Here, Golden Gate Park. I think I captured the hippie ambiance well. I like the freedom of style here.
We lived on the third floor of an adorable building at 1146 Taylor. A sketch of the back garden. See the photo in my sidebar of the front of 1146 Taylor that Robin kindly took for me last year.
I wonder if this fire station still stands? It was so cute.
No idea where this was. These photos came out dark in my photo program and I think I lightened them too much. They are more vibrant than this shows.
China Town I like the way I combined the colors on the bottom with the black and white on top. As a real artist said to me awhile back when I took a class from her, "I wonder why you didnt become an artist."
In 1967, my friend S. and I rode the train from Ohio to San Francisco. Our tiny apartment was on Nob Hill for $75 a month. Often I would take my newsprint pad, pastels and ink out sketching. I still have a dozen or so sketches, of course quite yellow and fragmented. But a darned miracle they still exist. Here, Golden Gate Park. I think I captured the hippie ambiance well. I like the freedom of style here.
We lived on the third floor of an adorable building at 1146 Taylor. A sketch of the back garden. See the photo in my sidebar of the front of 1146 Taylor that Robin kindly took for me last year.
I wonder if this fire station still stands? It was so cute.
No idea where this was. These photos came out dark in my photo program and I think I lightened them too much. They are more vibrant than this shows.
China Town I like the way I combined the colors on the bottom with the black and white on top. As a real artist said to me awhile back when I took a class from her, "I wonder why you didnt become an artist."
