I was asked by the editors at The Bold Italic to write a piece featuring my artwork. I had no idea what to write about... my first draft was meandering, to say the least. My editor asked some questions in the margins, and got me to re-think what I want to say. The result is this: a story about me, about my neighborhood, about living and working in a changing city.
When I first came to San Francisco for college, my roommate insisted on bringing me to a little cafe in the Richmond District called Simple Pleasures. "You have to try their raspberry rings!" she said. I had never been to this part of town. As we drove past the ocean and turned up Balboa Street, I was enchanted by the neighborhood, with its colorful houses and apartment buildings blocks away from the crashing surf. We were enveloped in fog, and fog horns sang in the distance.