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.