Gouache & Acrylic on Wood Panel, 48” x 31”, 2013.
He reminded me of Rip Van Wrinkle with a beard that hinted at last night’s sleep; leaves and crumbs captured in its unkempt beauty. Steven is one of those street men who speaks in poetic epiphanies and alludes to stories so keen with detail that I believe truth is hidden in there somewhere. This particular day I asked what he intended to do with the rest of our overcast, gray afternoon. “Well, let me show you,” he said. Digging deep into a grocery bag, he pulled out a magazine and thumbed through it with practiced care until he found an image of a gorgeous woman lying in a bed of rose petals. Proudly showing me his muse, he proclaimed, “I’m going to write about her.”