If you’re going to take a trip to some place that’s as rich in history and heritage as it is in city sights, bright lights, and unforgettable experiences, you should take a few minutes out of your busy week to see if you have an ounce of flair for painting, as we did.
We sat down on the bay with our finest batch of art supplies to paint the town red. Well, okay, it was actually crayons, not paint, and we only had enough red to account for the coloring of the bridge, but the principal still applies.
Patrick has already been identified as an artist of uncommon interpretation, but the rest of us just like to color. When it came to such a scenic and exciting place, I’ll tell you, we were less than thrilled about it. Still, you put crayons in my hands and blank paper before me, I can’t help myself but throw out a few brilliant works, however less-than-brilliant they may be.
We pulled up a breakwater, had our colors and papers before us, and got a few creative instructions towards transposing what we saw into some sort of permanent artwork.
We didn’t know why, and we still don’t, even though it was thoroughly explained to our ho-hum-whatever ears. Apparently there’s art inside of all of us, and God’s given each of us a gift to express that vision as we best understand it. Many won’t know until their retired that they should have been painting all their lives, and that’s unfortunate.
Whether or not we have this brilliance inside us, we owe it to ourselves to nurture it as best we’re forced to by our mean parents who don’t understand that we’d rather be smacking the sidewalk with sticks right about now. I know that sounds bad, because it’s not very nice, but that’s just how mean my parents are.
We took our instructions and we took our crayons, we sat down, we competed in the impromptu art competition as best we were able, and the results were predictable. The ranking went according to age, with Patrick taking the top spot, Dominic taking third, and me falling in between as I always do. I blame it on the “lost-child syndrome” but that’s another matter for another time.
Please enjoy these samples of our work, as we present it only in hopes that you can see at least an ounce of San Francisco through our eyes, though pounds and tons are out of the question, we can admit that without any contest.
Above – Patrick did the best of any of us with his drawing. His came out in the correct colors, even if it does look more like a yellow submarine in red. He’s always been an impressionistic fellow, and our refrigerator loves him for it. Also, despite our best efforts to draw it, it’s not in fact a draw bridge. Funny how that works out.