Her face undefined, like the faces in Selden Gile's paintings of his friends. I remember thinking that her husband was out hunting in those very hills in which I had imprisoned her. Wearing the boots she had recently stiched for him. It was early October. Beginning to get cold. She was working in the fields. Garden with its suggestion of roses does not seem appropriate for this crop of corn and squash.

I met Sid in San Francisco at James Budd Dixon's studio. What he said when he saw the painting was that it was an unusual version of what was beginning to be called Bay Area Figurative. He used the word primitive, and I was insulted.

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