This first portrait is a rather crude, goofy picture of a very handsome young man, with whom I've shared three different apartments over the last sixteen years; but it was one of my first attempts at his likeness and I like it for what it is all the same. None of these are great paintings, except perhaps the one at the very bottom. That one is pretty fine. I hardly knew the subject, a house painter from Oakland, named Eddy, nineteen years old and something of a gym and club kid at the time, which was the end of the year 1996.
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