I read Patti Smith's memoir Just Kids the summer I traveled through Europe right before moving to Portland. You know how sometimes you read something that is just perfect for who you are and where you are at a certain time? That was this book. I can't begin to describe how much of a profound impact it had. I read this book in a day, sitting on a park bench in Prague and later over a beer at Cross Club. Patti's words somehow got me out of the blue funk that New York had sunk me into and I came to Portland with my mind clearer and my heart more optimistic than it had been in a very long time. This painting is my tribute to Patti and Robert.
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