In 1957 and 1958, I walked the streets of San
Francisco, particularly in the areas called Western Addition and
sometimes in the Mission District. Over the two years, I made
hundreds of drawings. In the beginning, I would go home at night
and draw not the outer memories but the inner emotional core of what I
had seen as in #s1 and 2 to the right. Later, I made
drawings of what I saw, as in #s3, 4, 5, and 6 below, and sometimes
used the drawings to paint the picture when I got home that
night, as in #s4 and 5 below. Still later, probably in the
summer of 1958, I began no longer to be able to control my hand to
describe the physical matter of things, and the drawings became rather
the marks of my nerves amid the streaming space, light, sound and
energy of the places where I made them. Although I had hoped the
drawings would be resource for later paintings, they could not
be used for anything. I learned their sole purpose had been my
aesthetic union with the scene before me in my act of making the
drawings.
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