From the negative, nightmarish experience of going to dayjob come the vivid images of a beautiful morning in San Francisco.
I have exhibited sculpture, performed as a solo theatre artist, and emerged as a video artist/filmmaker all while being a certified lawyer's assistant, and most of time while working 40 hours per week.
When I was 8 years old, my father did me the kindness of telling me that if I wanted to be an artist, I better learn how to do something else for a living. Looking back, I think he did not believe that I had much talent and he also did not understand that the passion of an artist is as deep-rooted and valid as the passion of a human rights activist such as he was. He wanted everyone to be free. I want everyone to rise to that beautiful place that the human soul can go above societal concerns.
I am proud of the wonderful work he did. And before he died, he was proud of me for being true to my passion. I think that when he and my mother accompanied me to art fairs and openings, he finally identified with me. And I think it didn't matter to him anymore that I am only a lawyer's assistant and not a lawyer like he was.
My father was a buoyant personality, much more gregarious than I am. When he retired, he turned into a ball of sunshine. I probably will, also.
Shot on a Flip and an iPhone in Hayes Valley, Mid-Market, J-MUNI inbound and Transamerica Redwood Park.
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