She never left the room she had lived in for 64 years until the sun started to go behind the tile roof on the building across the street. As she stepped over the curb she glanced back toward her room on the second floor. The setting sun curved over the brick facade with a caramel glow that dripped across the faded sign which was never lighted anymore. She thought to herself that this sidewalk and these trees and this street and the faint whisp of lace that she saw behind the window as the light caught up a reflection of the sunset and the glow on the brick was a delightful scene and that she actually rather liked being where she was. So she turned around and went back home.
“Hollywood Boulevard Hotel” is acrylic on Tyvek paper 24″×36″ by John Fish February 2011