|"Hollywood," 5x5in., oil on masonite|
The Hollywood I saw. Cars and more cars. Dive bars and burger stands. The Hollywood sign and walk of fame remote and aloof. The homeless, encamped, and pigeons that imitated them up out of reach.
The ghost of the poet, Bukowski, drunk and wobbling, still wandered. Haunted.
For this painting and others like it, check out www.ivanostocco.com.