Mud Flats

After living in West Los Angeles for two years I became homesick for the Bay Area. In the summer of 64 I did a large painting, about, 40 X 60 inches. It was inspired by the duck hunting shacks in the mud flats to your right when you get on the Bay Bridge from Emeryville. When Bill and I were fourteen, we tried to get out to one of these shacks by throwing boards in front of us to keep us from sinking in the mud. We went about two hundred yards, when a big burly man appear on the deck of one shack, and with hands on his hips, growled;

“Now that your worked this hard to get here, you can go back the way you came.”

He was like the ghost of Wolf Larsen. We questioned him. He said these shack belonged to an old duck hunting club…