Jay breezed into Boulder amidst a flurry of Bohemian circumstances that entirely befitted his romantic, troubadour air. I was of course immediately smitten. (Didn't hurt that he was, like, right spang in the middle of my "type." What can I say? I'm a sucker for long hair on men.)
He was also kind enough to sit for a portrait, and this one actually almost does him justice.
original: 9"x12", charcoal, 1980
--Monday, 25 August 1997
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