1966

Collage, 10" x 6".

When I was 4, we left Portland for the Arizona desert. We rolled through Southern California at the time of the Sunset Strip Rock and Roll Riots. When we opened the car trunk in Phoenix, all my sister's vinyl records were melted in half. She cried. Music was changing. TV was going from black and white to color.
When we came back to Portland in '67, the world was different. More beautiful. I was different. Within a month I was enrolled at Kennedy Elementary School, where little girls started wearing yellow print dresses with large lavender flowers. Full color consciousness was reaching the blue collar neighborhoods.

(Note the distressed "Phillips 66" gas station sticker in the center of this collage. A proud symbol of a brave new world.)