Fall of 1994 I painted the portfolio of work that got me accepted to grad school. My figures were reacting to a less-chaotic background. I have none of these paintings left. Last year I sent off the slides to be scanned.
I went home every night, had dinner, and went right to work painting. My co-workers 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.
In 1994 I was living by myself. My best friend J. graduated from law school and got a law clerk job out of town. It was only for a year and she knew she’d move back, so she stored most of her belongings at my apartment. I got custody of the cats.
I used to get up in the middle of the night to pee and not turn on the light because I didn’t want to attract anyone’s attention. I often fell asleep on the couch in front of the t.v., waking up at 3:00 am to go to bed. There was nobody there to send me to bed. J. came back to town every other weekend.
March of 1995 I was accepted into the MFA program at Memphis College of Art. I applied to 10 schools and was only accepted to one, 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.
J. and I drove to Memphis on a weekend to look at apartments. Luckily my landlady was in her office. The only apartment available was $450 a month, but she said as soon as a $350 apartment became available, it was mine (and one did in just a few months).
In July of 1995, I packed up the smallest Penske truck and drove to Memphis. Just me and the cats. I called movers to come over that day and unload the truck. The next day I returned the truck and walked back in the searing July Memphis heat. I stopped at the Memphis Pizza Café for their pizza salad. I 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.
I was ready for my Grad School Adventure.
(This is the last of the Instagram Catch-Up. Now on to Memphis.)