Graduated from RSDI, the got an MFA from Pratt. I wanted to be another Basquiat, take the New York Art scene by storm, selling out a show and buying some old farm in the Hudson Valley, convert the old barn into a studio aka Jackson Pollack.
But nobody was impressed. I couldn’t get a show at the crappiest gallery, couldn’t even get work selling illustrations to magazines. All I had to show for my education was a mountain of debt and three huge boxes of unsold paintings.
So, you want me to draw you on an elephant, or a lion?
I’d laugh but I feel his pain…keenly.
I feel for the artist in all of us.
Sadly, we all know this tale…well done.
Eye roll. I hold in my hand a book by Frank O’Hara (Ed. Mark Ford), “Why I Am Not a Painter” and other poems. Well told.
Love Frank O’ Hara
And Mark Ford
Sadly, a story that does happen. At least he had big dreams, and who knows? Maybe one day he’ll get that break he worked so hard for.
Ah, that’s the reality for all too many … isn’t it? Also, the reality of life that sometimes the way up is spiral, not vertical …
The pain is very palpable. It is hard not to feel bitter when this happens.
This is so excellent, Speedway, not at all a double dick move.