Archive for November, 2010
I think this looks like Helen Shapiro in the mid 60s.. without her typical gym teacher look as shown in this video.
(Rough) brush drawing of terrace view; Chelsea / West Village / Downtown Manhattan on the left, New Jersey to the right and the Statue of Liberty in the middle. [Terrace is connected to the gallery where I work] I feel like I’m just filling the daily quota with this one, but I guess this is bound to happen.
See you tomorrow!
At the end of the dead end road where I grew up, there was a biker woman who lived in a little rental house. It annoyed her that we chose the street as our playground. She’d ride by on her chopper and growl in a smoker’s voice, “get outta the way!” followed by an eye-roll and a “Jeeezus H”.. Sometimes she would even flip us off with a smile. Keep in mind we were a group of 10 to 12 year olds. She was riding past us one day when the animosity bubbled over. Someone (John D, I think) threw a green tennis ball – lodging it in the back of her motorcycle seat with a “plunk”. Our little mouths dropped in what felt like slow motion as she turned her big long bike around to come for us. In the moment when she dismounted, I remember her black leather pants looked like they’d been won in a knife fight. She could have been the aging CBGB mascot-love child of Patty Smith and Iggy Pop, only I don’t think she’d ever been outside of Oregon. Her words came out like an adult-child bully… (at this point I’d already learned not to take anyone seriously who used the word ‘aint). I remember staring at the 5 inch gap in between her thighs as she was yelling. I kept thinking, “how did that space in between her thighs get so wide?” ”Is riding a motorcycle like riding a horse, or what?” It’s true that we did take up a lot of room on the street when we played kick ball.
This a rough idea of a studio that I hope to one day own and create in.. I realize that it’s the size of a garage.. and overall the proportion is way off. I’m not sure if its location is Western Mass, Northern Oregon, New Mexico, or Sweden. I’m certain it’s not Florida. Next time I’ll make things more spacious, and more realistic.. and be sure to draw my amazing husband and our well-adjusted, secure-within-themselves children.