11 x 14 oil

I left out the chain-smoking guy slumped against the storefront behind me, the gracious “Superwoman” in her red satin cape and gold crown, cops dashing in and out of their station, and the pigeons tussling in the gutter over a tossed sandwich.  All this and exhaust-fuming buses flying by.  It’s a bustling circus and every now and then the ono smell of roast pork and steamy manapua rises above it all.  I love to paint there.