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So, back then, in the Telegraph Days, I was a Street Merchant - Hyphen - Artist. I sold tee-shirts to tourists on Telegraph Avenue in Berkeley. I spent my days off, nights and weekends painting. Chasing the shadows of the great artists before me, a willing slave to the New York Modern Master Myth. Sometimes my best friends from my street life, Belcher and Agnes, would come over. I’d try to explain my paintings ... no... maybe it was more like they’d try to understand my explanation's. I'd go on and on, oblivious to their obvious confusion. - Next Page |
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