11.29.2018

a grande dame


Many years ago, I think in 1977, I fled my boyfriend, driving his Fiat from Illinois to W. 78th St. in New York City, to Paula's apartment. The car was immediately towed away, of course. I slept in Paula's daughter's room—Gaby was about 7 at the time—for about three months while I looked for a job. I also began this painting of Paula, whom I had met in the People copy room.
   I found a job, wound up moving into Douglas's apartment and the painting was never finished. I cut this part of it out years later, framed it and gave it to Paula. It may have been the last painting I worked on, as I came to realize I didn't have the chops as an artist.
   But Paula and I are working on 45 years of friendship now.

4 comments:

  1. I'll be your memory here.

    Didn't the Fiat end up on Block Island? As I recalled it was buried in the back 40. XXX B

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  2. Yep! But I still have the radio. . .

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  3. Love the painting -- and love your friendship even more.

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  4. wow this is a very good portrait...very cool do some more...

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