The Art Students League
In the spring of 1970 I heard about a school that has no entrance requirements, where you could just go and work in a studio and all the teachers are artists who look at your work and advise you, but you mainly work on your own. They had classes all day and evenings. Well, that seemed kind of sketchy, but my life was kind of sketchy at the moment so I looked into it. It was The Art Students League of New York. I gave them a call and the lady on the phone said, “Just come on in, you can sign up and start today.” Wow. That seemed too easy, but I went to check it out. 215 West Fifty-Seventh Street between Broadway and Seventh Avenue. I walked in that beautiful door and was hit with the smell of art--oil paint and turpentine. It’s still perfume to me. At the office, I was handed a catalog and told, “Just walk around, visit all the studios, talk to the monitors, make yourself at home.” The monitor is the tea...