This aloe plant belonged to my house-mate Liz Erringer when we all lived together in a big house in Berkeley back in the waning days of the Clinton administration.
It was a wonderful house, an archetypal brown shingle, dark and paneled with redwood. There were six of us, all in that transition between college and marriage. It wasn't obvious at the time, but in retrospect it was a liminal period, the end of the first act of our lives, and the beginning of the second. Now, we've all married, moved on and most have kids.
My studio was a building in the back yard, and I'd periodically borrow interesting objects to paint. I'd admired Liz's out-of-control aloe plant for while, and she graciously allowed me to keep it for a few weeks and essentially paint it's portrait.
I forget who bought this painting (
Michelle?), but I wish I still had it.
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