Random thoughts about Lee.
Santa Monica, around 1976, I met a young artist named Lee. He was painted after his recent haircut - a major event for him, since he wore a ponytail that reached down to his bum. I painted him while sleeping because when he was awake, he was shut in his studio creating works from glass, paint or charcoal. Sometimes I would go in his studio to model for him. His kitchen always smelled of fresh soups and homemade bread. One time, he tossed some chopped crystallized ginger into a creamy yogurt fruit salad - this made all the difference in the world!
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