POSTCARDS FROM SAN FRANCISCO • From the moment I arrived in San Francisco, I was captivated by the magic; the misty mornings and the sparkling sidewalks, the vibrant buildings and cool, dense sky. The charm, the edge, the softness around the prickly parts: I fell in love at once. I want to paint little love letters to the hidden nooks and crannies that comprise the HEART of the city. I used to flip through my collection of old postcards of San Francisco, and daydream about what San Francisco was like when my Grandmother lived here, where she met my Grandpa (a soldier in the Presidio at the time) and what single-screen theater they first held hands in. These days, I like to imagine what San Francisco looks like through the eyes of my baby boy. These are my own Postcards From San Francisco, To San Francisco, With love.
