“I would go as far as I could and hit a wall, my own imagined limitations. And then I met a fellow who gave me his secret, and it was pretty simple. When you hit a wall, just kick it in.” —Patti Smith
I read Just Kids on the plane back home. The book is a wardrobe-esque passageway into the Chelsea Hotel and New York City of the ’60s and ’70s. As seen through the looking glass/lens of Patti Smith—and the snapshots of Robert Mapplethorpe—from the perspective of when they were both nobodies. Just some hungry, curious, passion-struck bodies—risking poverty and vertigo to plumb the depths of art, their voices, their setting, their souls.
At the end of Rauschenberg’s reflecting pool, in front of his giant Studio, stands an off-kilter stone sculpture. “Hey, hey,” I would whisper conspiratorially to anyone around, those just dipping their toes in, “This is a portal to another dimension.” They blinked back at me, lizard-like, unsaying, “OK, weirdo.”
But I went through it. This is what I found: Fear is a thin membrane. And on the other side: Your real life, if you realize it.
Christopher & Banks silk print top with one real shell button on the top, $3.75, Idaho Youth Ranch thrift store | Painted Threads black and white print skirt, $5, Idaho Youth Ranch thrift store | Red belt with leather and brass cross section, $2, Idaho Youth Ranch thrift store
Rauschenberg of the Day: The Ancient
Incident (Kabal American Zephyr)