After
Shower
"This street near my
home is part of the old town of Pasadena. I often stroll down the sidewalk
enjoying the everyday charm of bustling people, passing cars, and noisy
bars. But the moment of the day that I appreciate most on this street is
captured in this painting: the moment when the dust of a busy day has just
been washed away, when afternoon has said its good-byes, and evening
offers a familiar greeting." |
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Avalon
Bay
"This is how I remember
Catalina's Avalon Bay: even as I painted in my studio, I could hear the
steady song of cicadas, the laughter of waterfront strollers, the soft
rumble of boat motors, and always, the undertone of ocean waves gently
stroking the shore. Natural and human notes combined in my memory have
created such a harmony that I believe that Avalon Bay is my ode to
joy." |
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Café
Bella
"On the beautiful island
of Catalina, the day has just kissed and bid adieu to the tranquil
evening. Islanders and visitors alike, at last escaping from the day's
activities, begin to settle down to evening meals. The first sip of wine
is taken. Only pigeons pace the passages near the café where the diners
earlier rushed. It is then one smells the warm fragrance of the first
course mixing with the cool salt spray of the ocean only steps away. What
could better soothe a tired and famished soul?" |
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Café
Prego
"My favorite time of day
is always when the curtain of night has just begun to fall. It's at that
hour that the bustling day retreats into the wings and the players' masks
are removed, as they join friends and family--or a special someone--for
dinner. It may be hard to believe that one could find such a tranquil
moment in a big city like San Francisco, but I did find it--in front of
Café Prego." |
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Catalina
"Under the moonlight, not far from Los Angeles, enchanting Catalina
opens her arms to the exhausted bodies and souls. I, too, found myself at
this moment welcome there, intoxicated with this dreamlike evening. Yet
this allowed me to see clearly the innocence of childhood, the intimacy of
family moments, all that is closest to the heart...I was thus compelled to
compose this serenade of color and light." |
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City
Lights
"In the quiet of early
evening, I hear fifty years of jazz and poetry readings flowing out of the
door of Vesuvio; in the fresh, still wet air, I breathe in the passion
that nurtured the Beats' legacy behind the windows of City Lights. Fashion
always changes, yet spirit forever remains." |
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