(Fragment Chapter 3)


“I want to be a part” is what I called the painting. A few weeks earlier I had taken the canvas with me to the Brooklyn Bridge. It was the hottest day of the year and there wasn’t a breath of wind. As traffic rushed by below me, I sketched under the burning sun. I relished the view – a full 360 degrees of fabulousness. I sketched the bridge at the center and added all the buildings I saw and liked in a random jumble. I also gave myself a small, nearly unrecognizable spot as if I’m almost being blown away by this breathtaking sight. In 1878, the poet Walt Whitman wasn’t overstating it when he said about the view “The best, most effective medicine my soul has yet partaken.”

            “Paint, Walter,” I encouraged myself, “paint, paint!”