|Garage Shelf, 22" X 46" (or so), 1971, Click here for print.|
The year is 1971. Everyone's a hippie. Everything's upside down. Funny smelling smoke is everywhere. Strange new world music going. Frye boots. Bell bottoms. And me in my dad's garage trying to figure out what art is--really. This is Mr. Harris's advanced painting class final exam. I'm going to knock his socks off! Tomorrow it goes into the student exhibition and then I graduate. I'll mark it NFS so no-one will buy it.
It spent the next 40 years in the back of the closet.