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It was the early mid 70's on the North Shore of Lake Tahoe. California, United States of America. Hallelujah. |
| I became a Picasso fan. |
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A Starship fan. |
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| A long haired man. |
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I painted whatever came to mind. No structured study. No outline to maximize my progress. Just painting because I liked to paint. It was a great way to spend a buzz. |
| An easel, a rectangle of glass pallet, tubes of oils with difficult caps, a nutcracker to open them, beloved brushes in a coffee can, (I once wrote in a poem that, "...a happy brush feels good on your face...") and all the other stuff that goes with the habit, including the stink, although I love the smell of lindseed and turp, all that stuff claimed a corner where ever I lived. |
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Shacks or shared houses, I lived in various places. From all of them the beach was right down the street and the hill climbed to the top of the ridge back the other way. |
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| This was the beginning of a decade in the mountains, the Sierras at Lake Tahoe. If you've never been there, I suggest you go see it and dip yourself in those sacred waters. It's got to be one of the finest lakes in the world. |
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