Studio8 - Uniting the Arts

To the stall the people come to go,
Reading an obscene graffito.

Perezozo's new slogan reminds me of a time long ago.....

I was living in the Providence Hotel on the Bowery
in lower Manhattan, or was it Mid-Town, or somewhere in-between....

I was taking drawing lessons at the Art Students League.
I had this carpenter's pencil. 2B, which I liked to use cause I could hold it like a long brush and get bold strong strokes. The lead is shaped like a wedge, so you can get calligraphic : sharp lines and broad lines and easy shading.

One evening I was drunk and went to the latrine and was in this stall in the bathroom of the Providence Hotel, up on the 4th floor where my sleeping cubicle was.....I had my carpenter's pencil and started drawing a spontaneous drawing on the stall wall. It was graphite on green painted metal. I drew a picture, an emanation, large strokes from the back muscles, gesture of a woman, nude, sitting with her legs folded......as I drew her head, the nose, her high cheekbones and ripe persimmon lips appeared, looking like an Indian maiden, also her breasts were small....it was a masterpiece....and I titled it, "Pocahontis."

Later when I came back, I wanted to look at my drawing again and saw that somebody had re-titled it "Pocatits." !

That's the way sometimes with art. good capture.