Heavy Metal
Growing up in the San Francisco Bay area, I lived in a hot suburban dairy town. On Sunday afternoons, we bought glass bottled six packs of milk, while passing old trucks, dirt roads, and tree lots spacing homes. By my teen years, the town that I had grown up in was spotless, paved, and the curb appeal removed every metal object that wasn’t bran new from front yards. I longed for the flavor of my youth. At college, in S.F., I found myself drawing kids in their pajamas, hair full of knots, playing in their front yard on their abandoned skiffs and rusted trucks. I was then drawn to Alaska for romance and adventure, only to find an abundance of rusted metal and unbrushed children. This “Heavy Metal” idea came to me 15 years ago, when I arrived in Homer, and took until this year to bring to fruition. I love the juxtaposition of masculine metal and feminine sunsets and wildflowers.
Marjorie, how big is 9231? Thanks, Lise Klein Kirsis