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When I painted “SF Golden Gate Bridge,” I was thinking about two people who should never have met, but did.
A man from Oakland.
A woman from Mongolia.
Different languages. Different histories.
They would stand together and look out at this bridge, searching for words, then giving up on words and letting the silence do the work instead.
Over time, they learned each other’s language. Slowly. Imperfectly.
But even before the words came, there was this place—this span of steel and light—that held them both.
I began to see the Golden Gate not just as architecture, but as a quiet witness. A bridge between countries, cultures, and the small, ordinary evenings where two people try to understand one another.
This painting grew out of their love story.
Out of the space between them, and the way they crossed it.
SF Golden Gate Bridge | Open Edition Giclée Matted Print
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