I remember since I was little, I have not understood this idea of throwing coins in a fountain, or a stream for that matter. When I would see people do this, it used to make me upset. I don’t recall if the reason for my tears was that they were throwing dirty pennies into crystal clear water, or making wishes instead of making wishes come true. I find these thoughts coming to me as I trim the edges from these new paintings, as if I am trimming the fat from my own memories and associations.
I took these two pictures at approximately the same time and place to remind me that I have a choice.