I bartered with my psychiatrist in San Francisco for treatment. He is a devout member of this Presbyterian Church and wanted a painting of it. You could not pick a better city to work on the streets. People brought me food and drink. A woman thought I needed her Ankh (ancient Egyptian symbol) and insisted I take it. I was grateful to my doctor for generously treating me. I was so happy to have reciprocated in kind. Looking down most streets in S.F. there is a maze of lines in the sky. I liked the way it broke the picture plane like pieces of a stained glass window.