Making a portrait is a joyful thing.
In this case I had the sense that the time was essential and it was well to put something down for the record. That time was optimistic, full of striving and the attempt to know what was not known, with a healthy dose of First World frugality thrown in. I recall both laughter and anguish as we attempted to squeeze past our pupate senses of who we were and how the world worked.
This portrait, "Soup Kitchen," was made at the end of a long day of fraternity, lugging rocks to build a retaining wall. The lines are simple and performed in a relaxed, matter of fact manner. The sentiment is that of hunger satisfied.