I love the green triangle in Silverlake*. It’s a small park that makes me feel safe, anonymous, and partially secluded. On weekdays some people play basketball in the center while others sit underneath green umbrellas and edit scripts on their white computers. I come here often but not enough.
Image Text: I love Saturdays at the Silverlake Farmers’ Market:
Guitarists, violinists and drummers sing to their instruments and to the growing crowds that disperse and regroup.
Vendors enthusiastically announce their products in a rhythm. They are chanting.
Women and men interact with their dogs, and dogs interact with each other.
Proactive advocates stand both awkward and inviting. They seem certain of their causes, but doubtful of the people.
Couples and women and men in their workout outfits (perhaps they’ve just biked* 10 miles) peruse* the produce tables, discussing eggplant and lettuce.
Fruits, vegetables and roots tumble into and out of miniature statues, clumsily dancing as different inspecting fingers take them away and move them aside.
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Revised Text 11/13/12
The farmers market smells like sage.
Wandering crowds disperse and regroup, listening to the sounds of guitarists, violinists, and drummers who sing to their instruments and glance at their tip jars.
Vendors enthusiastically announce their products in a rhythm. They are chanting.
Proactive advocates with clipboards and matching
t-shirts stand both awkward and inviting. They seem certain of their causes, but doubtful of the people.
Couples in their workout outfits (perhaps they have just biked 10 miles) peruse the produce tables, discussing eggplant and lettuce.
Fruits, vegetables and roots tumble into and out of miniature statues, clumsily dancing as different inspecting fingers take them away and move them aside.
Dogs and curious toddlers survey table clothes** and the lower halves of people’s bodies, enjoying another world from the ground.
*Originally posted 8/16/2012
I’ve heard positive and negative feedback about this drawing. On the negative side, and I agree with this, the focus of the drawing is perhaps the least interesting part. The people on the sides (who took a very long time for me to draw) are too dark to be appreciated. Come to think of it…that may actually be a simple fix…
On the positive side, people like that this is a Silver Lake landmark. I used this drawing in my coloring book. I like the lines. I like what I wrote about it too…
**table clothes – I initially meant “tablecloths” but I think it works as it is.
Lorna Phone 
I think you are right and I agree with your reflection on this piece of your work.
I lived in Silverlake as a child, in the early 70’s to the late 80’s, I miss it, it was such a safe area and nothing ever happened to me or any of my friends growing up there back then. I cherish my Silverlake memories!!!