Fall of 1994 I worked on the portfolio of work that gained me entrance into graduate school. I took my figures and had them reacting to a less-chaotic background than my BFA Final Portfolio work. I have none of these paintings left, nothing but slides. I went home every night, had dinner, and went right to work painting. My coworkers would ask how late I was up and I’d answer based on which t.v. show I last watched: News, Star Trek (Next Gen reruns), Letterman.
I had nine of the painting slides scanned (by GoPhoto) but only one of the drawings, as an example. Most of the drawings were just drawn versions of the paintings and/or really bad. Note that Diving Woman was repeated.
Christmas of 1994 I went up to Vancouver. The famous Crab Story occurred during this visit. Sister L. kept asking everyone what they wanted for Christmas dinner. I finally said, “Crab legs.” So L. and BIL I-. get home from the grocery store and L. hands me a bag and says, “This is for you.” In it is a brown paper package. I open it. It is two crabs. They moved! I threw them into the sink and leaped across the kitchen screaming, “They’re alive!” L. says, “Well, of course they’re alive.” And they were the best tasting crabs ever.
March of 1995 I got into Memphis College of Art for a Master of Fine Arts degree program. I applied to 10 schools and MCA is the only one that accepted me, so that’s where I went. One of the professors called me for a phone interview. He went on and on about my well-written statement, saying it was better than it needed to be.
Since I was leaving, J. moved in with a friend from law school.
Sometime that Spring J. and I drove to Memphis on a weekend to look at apartments. We drove up Friday and on Saturday I made some calls. Lucky for me my landlady was in her office. We drove over and looked at an apartment she had available. She kept saying it was $350 a month. We did all the paperwork, and then she said she was mistaken, it was $450. J. said later that she thought I was going to cry. But the landlady said as soon as a $350 apartment became available, it was mine (and one did in just a few months).
So, in July of 1995 I packed up the smallest Penske truck with all of my belongings and the cats and drove to Memphis, by myself. The cats would not ride in carriers so I had them up in the cab with me. I got some pills to knock them out for the trip, but they didn’t work very well. But they stayed out of my way so I could drive us to our new home. I called movers to come over that day and unload the truck. The next day I returned the truck to the closest place I could find and then I walked back in the searing July Memphis heat. I stopped in at Memphis Pizza Café for their Pizza Salad, and sat there wilted from the heat and cooling off, but giddy that I was in a new place, the first place I chose to move all by myself.
Next: Memphis and Grad School (and Steve!)