Three Bridge Painting in Progress

Sunday, May 10, 2015

Juan is dependable after all. He went to Cypress Hills Cemetery first thing this morning and left flowers on his mother’s grave for Mother’s Day. He told me that she died in 1997 while he was in prison. Then he met me in Lower Manhattan under the Brooklyn Bridge and was even 15 minutes early. I decided to have him stand with his back to the light so I could make him dark against the bright water.

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