"Coarse Men Talk Outside My Window" is a collection of works in gouache and marker by San Francisco artist David Enos. Join us for the opening reception at HIT Gallery on November 9th from 5pm - 8pm.
Artist Statement:
"Coarse Men Talk Outside My Window" draws on the sights and sounds observed and imagined while living in the Mission's Liberty Hill district. "An alleyway invites clandestine behavior," Katie once said, and this was true about San Carlos Street. There were beautiful times and a warmth to the neighborhood, and other things which frightened me but were equally valuable in contributing to the richness and mystery of those years. A woman crouched whispering in a hushed rage below my window in the middle of the night, a never-seen man sang in vibrato: "Look into my eye-eye-eye". I never looked up whether this was an existing song or his own song. While carrying groceries someone came from an alley and chased me most of the way home. A man screamed "MY NAME IS JOHN FITZPATRICK" up and down the block. The whispering was more concerning than the shouting. The house I lived in had a super-size empty room that could be changed around easily to look different ways for filming. The Leddy sisters across the street, Debbie Horn and her partner Paul, Hailey, Lars, Donovan, Jason, Josh, Anna Hillburg, Glenn, and Katie who I married. All were lovely, funny, encouraging people whose voices greatly influenced my thoughts and creative work during those days and today. I hope viewers find something to enjoy in this record of my experience of that period.
"Coarse Men Talk Outside My Window" is a collection of works in gouache and marker by San Francisco artist David Enos. Join us for the opening reception at HIT Gallery on November 9th from 5pm - 8pm.
Artist Statement:
"Coarse Men Talk Outside My Window" draws on the sights and sounds observed and imagined while living in the Mission's Liberty Hill district. "An alleyway invites clandestine behavior," Katie once said, and this was true about San Carlos Street. There were beautiful times and a warmth to the neighborhood, and other things which frightened me but were equally valuable in contributing to the richness and mystery of those years. A woman crouched whispering in a hushed rage below my window in the middle of the night, a never-seen man sang in vibrato: "Look into my eye-eye-eye". I never looked up whether this was an existing song or his own song. While carrying groceries someone came from an alley and chased me most of the way home. A man screamed "MY NAME IS JOHN FITZPATRICK" up and down the block. The whispering was more concerning than the shouting. The house I lived in had a super-size empty room that could be changed around easily to look different ways for filming. The Leddy sisters across the street, Debbie Horn and her partner Paul, Hailey, Lars, Donovan, Jason, Josh, Anna Hillburg, Glenn, and Katie who I married. All were lovely, funny, encouraging people whose voices greatly influenced my thoughts and creative work during those days and today. I hope viewers find something to enjoy in this record of my experience of that period.
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