I was awestruck by the bond that had been evolving with In September ‘67 I stopped at the Art Institute to see my friend Kent and while I was there a friend of his, a painter named Sharon, caught my eye. She was a sexy 23-year old with bobbed hair and a mischievously alluring look. She told me she was interested in making an animated film. She seemed like an exotic flower and I immediately decided it would be nice to have her somehow blooming in my life to spur me on. I was leaving in a few days to shoot the wheat harvest in the northwest, so I asked her if she'd like to come along to record sound while I was filming. To my surprise and delight she said yes. When I rang the bell at her apartment near the Art Institute two days later she let me in and continued talking on the phone with her father. I was amazed by how serenely she answered his questions and how tenderly she defended her younger brother about something he had done that annoyed their father. I decided that she was more than just a pretty young artist; maybe a woman with grace and substance and a hint of noble purpose. Her apartment was large and funky but well set up for the two young artists who shared it, with a separate room for each to work in and a bedroom for each. When I asked Sharon about her painting I found that she had already been recognized as a promising young artist in Manhattan and had sold a couple of paintings before deciding to enroll at the S.F. Art Institute, where she hoped to further refine her style.