This is a deep dive, my darlings.
Pretty freaky to look at and handle these drawings. They have been in storage for decades, traveling the US and the world with me. The one above is the oldest. It’s a picture of me and my friend Gix, drawn probably winter 1982. I would have been fifteen and Gix seventeen. We are both wearing clothes and jewelry we actually wore at the time, and smoking, as we did, all the time. For the Europeans reading this, the header comes from a saying attributed to P.T. Barnum:
There’s a sucker born every minute, and two to take him.
This one is from Spring 1984; I believe it is the self-portrait I drew for my Parsons application, or the study for it.
I wore harem pants a lot in the first half of the 80s. I don’t apologize; they were the only form of pants I ever liked. My husband and I are watching the first season of “The Deuce” and last night Maggie Gyllenhaal’s character was wearing earrings exactly like the ones I am wearing in this drawing, which were silver and turquoise, with hawks on them.
This is from around 1985, I think.
The dress here is very similar to a flowered, corseted Betsey Johnson dress I owned, although drawn much longer, and the drawing is probably a school assignment.
This is from Spring 1986.
I was a sophomore in the Illustration Program at Parsons and chipping, which means using heroin only on weekends. The still-life below, a 1986 class assignment, is also sort of a self-portrait; it’s my cigarettes and my pipe (people used to smoke heroin, no idea if they still do). Clean and sober 30 years this past January 27, babies!
And this one below is also from late 1986, or early 1987, I believe.
You can see some painted self-portraits from when I was newly sober and first learning to paint here in another archive post.
I am incredibly grateful to my Patreon Patrons, whose monthly financial support makes it possible for me to take time to document my art archives.
Until today, no modern media record of these drawings existed – if we had a fire or flood they would just be gone forever.
I can still see you in my minds eye in those pants. You wore them till the fabric became almost paper thin. I wasn’t even sober yet in 1986. We survived!!!
omg it’s so true! Those pants practically dissolved!
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