Invision

And Winfield also was a frame, an open pictorial. A picture facing south at S.W. Winfield and Coso. A squat and leafy tree to the far left, white stucco with garage doors, painted a dark brown color, the right door open and redwood on top, to the right corner of the house ascending to the top of the picture. Then a chest high brown redwood fence and a sky-high pine tree holding up a telephone pole, behind which and down the hill a bit, the trunks and large branched greenery of big Eucalyptus trees in the little more distance. At the bottom extending across the frame to the three quarter side, was the street with a sudden drop off into city expanse, across the white myriad of cubed city scape, looking north to the blue white horizon and sky, all the way to the top. At the far right was the descending two round rail metal fence, sided and topped by a mass of green thicket, and coming back up, a driveway and bluff and more of the city, and then a yellow one story wood frame house with dark trim and sky.

One walked into the picture. One could come for the first time in the day or night, which would be a completely different experience. One would come from all over. The script was a hippie pottery shop. I was a hippie/artist. I could affect the scenario by the use of a certain kinds of language, that I had been perfecting throughout my army time. This was such, as an original means of making statements like, "It is that - the plane in Spain is dry". I could sound unorthodox educated.

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