Painters. Hayward, CA, 1968. | I met these two in a shed that occupied an otherwise empty lot. One day the doors were ajar so I walked in. They were working on their paintings. I asked, whatcha doin’? One of them gestured toward his friend then himself and said, he’s doin’ that and I’m doin’ this.  I hung with them most of the summer. I showed them my art, they were kind and encouraging. I badgered them about how to get into shows, how to get discovered. Finally one of them said, listen kid, just because you’re good at something doesn’t mean you have to sell it. 
The shed was torn down later that summer, the guys vanished. I guess this little drawing is my way of saying thanks for some good advice.

Painters. Hayward, CA, 1968. | I met these two in a shed that occupied an otherwise empty lot. One day the doors were ajar so I walked in. They were working on their paintings. I asked, whatcha doin’? One of them gestured toward his friend then himself and said, he’s doin’ that and I’m doin’ this.  I hung with them most of the summer. I showed them my art, they were kind and encouraging. I badgered them about how to get into shows, how to get discovered. Finally one of them said, listen kid, just because you’re good at something doesn’t mean you have to sell it. 

The shed was torn down later that summer, the guys vanished. I guess this little drawing is my way of saying thanks for some good advice.