{"id":157185,"date":"2022-02-17T17:17:38","date_gmt":"2022-02-17T22:17:38","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/www.theparisreview.org\/blog\/?p=157185"},"modified":"2022-03-03T12:39:50","modified_gmt":"2022-03-03T17:39:50","slug":"dont-delete-a-visit-with-billy-sullivan","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.theparisreview.org\/blog\/2022\/02\/17\/dont-delete-a-visit-with-billy-sullivan\/","title":{"rendered":"Don\u2019t Delete: A Visit with Billy Sullivan"},"content":{"rendered":"<div id=\"attachment_157192\" style=\"width: 1034px\" class=\"wp-caption aligncenter\"><a href=\"https:\/\/www.theparisreview.org\/blog\/wp-content\/uploads\/2022\/02\/img_0867.png\"><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" aria-describedby=\"caption-attachment-157192\" class=\"wp-image-157192 size-large\" src=\"https:\/\/www.theparisreview.org\/blog\/wp-content\/uploads\/2022\/02\/img_0867-1024x1024.png\" alt=\"\" width=\"1024\" height=\"1024\" srcset=\"https:\/\/www.theparisreview.org\/blog\/wp-content\/uploads\/2022\/02\/img_0867-1024x1024.png 1024w, https:\/\/www.theparisreview.org\/blog\/wp-content\/uploads\/2022\/02\/img_0867-300x300.png 300w, https:\/\/www.theparisreview.org\/blog\/wp-content\/uploads\/2022\/02\/img_0867-150x150.png 150w, https:\/\/www.theparisreview.org\/blog\/wp-content\/uploads\/2022\/02\/img_0867-768x767.png 768w, https:\/\/www.theparisreview.org\/blog\/wp-content\/uploads\/2022\/02\/img_0867-1536x1536.png 1536w, https:\/\/www.theparisreview.org\/blog\/wp-content\/uploads\/2022\/02\/img_0867-2048x2048.png 2048w\" sizes=\"auto, (min-width: 62.5em) 67vw, 100vw\" \/><\/a><p id=\"caption-attachment-157192\" class=\"wp-caption-text\">Billy Sullivan\u2019s studio. Photograph by Lauren Kane.<\/p><\/div>\n<p style=\"text-align: left;\"><i><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">Billy Sullivan\u2019s studio, a fifth-floor walk-up on the Bowery, has a comfortable, elegant dishevelment. Hanging all around the space are some of the brightly colored figurative drawings and paintings he has been making since the seventies: portraits of his friends, lovers, and other long-term muses, rendered in loose, dynamic brushstrokes and from close, pointedly subjective angles. A still life of a bouquet and two coffee cups is an outlier among the faces. Near a work in progress on the wall is a table with a color-coded array of pastels, each wrapped in its paper label (mostly the artisan Diane Townsend, with a few older sticks from the French brand Sennelier); a metal cart bears tubes of oil paint, and carousels of slides are tucked away on low shelves. Tacked up on a set of folding screens is a display of Sullivan\u2019s photographs and sketches, and next to that is a burgundy chaise longue adorned with a faux animal pelt. When I visited on an overcast afternoon in December, Sullivan had set out a bowl with grapes and a fig on the kitchen island, where he pulled an espresso for himself and poured a glass of water for me.\u00a0\u00a0<\/span><\/i><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: left;\"><i> <\/i><!--more--><i><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">I had brought along a copy of Gary Indiana\u2019s 2003 novel <\/span><\/i><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">Do Everything in the Dark<\/span><i><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">, a contemporary answer to George Eliot\u2019s <\/span><\/i><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">Middlemarch,<\/span><i><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\"> which follows a tight-knit group of artistic New Yorkers who, over the years, have either realized or surrendered their potential for happiness. As Indiana explains in an <a href=\"https:\/\/theparisreview.org\/interviews\/7852\/the-art-of-fiction-no-250-gary-indiana\">Art of Fiction<\/a> interview in the Winter 2021 issue of the <\/span><\/i><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">Review<\/span><i><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">, the novel began as a series of vignettes intended to accompany Sullivan\u2019s paintings of people they both knew in the \u201cdowntown\u201d scene. We looked through images together, and Sullivan told me some of the stories behind them. That milieu\u2014Cookie Mueller was a part of it, as was the FUN Gallery founder Patti Astor\u2014flourished for only a few years, from the seventies through the tragic onset of the <small>AIDS<\/small> epidemic, and is often fetishized, much to Indiana\u2019s irritation. The very word <\/span><\/i><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">downtown<\/span><i><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\"> carries a whiff of romance, especially when spoken by those too young to have known an era when you could live in Lower Manhattan on next to nothing. \u201cThere was a lot more free time,\u201d as Sullivan puts it, and to be an artist essentially meant that \u201cyou got respect from your peers and you hung out with people you really liked.\u201d\u00a0<\/span><\/i><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: left;\"><i><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">Sullivan is mild-mannered and considers himself a wallflower, an observer. While we sat and talked, he kept lifting his phone to take quick images of me as I fidgeted, recrossing my legs or tying up my hair. His photographs\u2014he calls them his sketchbooks\u2014have a loose, spontaneous quality, conveying an intimacy that invites the viewer in. The second time I referred to them as \u201ccandid,\u201d he corrected me. For Sullivan, there is no distinction to be made between a candid photograph and any other kind.\u00a0<\/span><\/i><\/p>\n<div id=\"attachment_157181\" style=\"width: 476px\" class=\"wp-caption aligncenter\"><a href=\"https:\/\/www.theparisreview.org\/blog\/wp-content\/uploads\/2022\/02\/screen-shot-2021-11-30-at-6.29.46-pm.png\"><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" aria-describedby=\"caption-attachment-157181\" class=\"wp-image-157181 size-full\" src=\"https:\/\/www.theparisreview.org\/blog\/wp-content\/uploads\/2022\/02\/screen-shot-2021-11-30-at-6.29.46-pm.png\" alt=\"\" width=\"466\" height=\"648\" srcset=\"https:\/\/www.theparisreview.org\/blog\/wp-content\/uploads\/2022\/02\/screen-shot-2021-11-30-at-6.29.46-pm.png 466w, https:\/\/www.theparisreview.org\/blog\/wp-content\/uploads\/2022\/02\/screen-shot-2021-11-30-at-6.29.46-pm-216x300.png 216w\" sizes=\"auto, (min-width: 62.5em) 67vw, 100vw\" \/><\/a><p id=\"caption-attachment-157181\" class=\"wp-caption-text\"><em>Gary<\/em>,\u00a01997, pastel on paper, 42 x 30&#8243;. All images copyright Billy Sullivan. Courtesy of the artist and Kaufmann Repetto, New York and Milan.<\/p><\/div>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">Gary was always around at night. I was interested in the way he wrote\u2014dynamite art criticism. His writing was sort of like poetry. We ran pretty much in the same places at the same time. I\u2019d see him when I went to the barber, and we\u2019d go to the same restaurants, too, like Mickey Ruskin\u2019s at One U. Places where you could go and get food and it didn\u2019t cost anything. One U took the place of the back of Max\u2019s Kansas City, where it first started for me. You would go to One U at around ten o\u2019clock. Everyone would show up there, and you would play around. And then there was the Mudd Club. Gary would go. It was what you did at night. And it would be whoever was interesting. We never thought of it as the underground. It was just the world, and everyone was hanging out. You wouldn\u2019t call somebody and say, \u201cAre you going?\u201d You would just show up.\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">You didn\u2019t want to use the phone. There was all this paranoia because we were anti-war, we were anti all these things. And the older people, like Brice Marden and those guys, they would be really frightened of the FBI.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">Gary became a muse for a while. We became friends over a long period of time, and it was always interesting\u2014something was always going crazy in his life, and you got to hear that. We would have these long telephone conversations, kind of piecing together what happened the night before. In the morning you would check in and see when you left somewhere and what you did. It used to be a whole part of my life was, the next day, trying to figure out what exactly happened.\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n<div id=\"attachment_157168\" style=\"width: 974px\" class=\"wp-caption aligncenter\"><a href=\"https:\/\/www.theparisreview.org\/blog\/wp-content\/uploads\/2022\/02\/screen-shot-2021-11-30-at-6.23.18-pm.png\"><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" aria-describedby=\"caption-attachment-157168\" class=\"wp-image-157168 size-full\" src=\"https:\/\/www.theparisreview.org\/blog\/wp-content\/uploads\/2022\/02\/screen-shot-2021-11-30-at-6.23.18-pm.png\" alt=\"\" width=\"964\" height=\"652\" srcset=\"https:\/\/www.theparisreview.org\/blog\/wp-content\/uploads\/2022\/02\/screen-shot-2021-11-30-at-6.23.18-pm.png 964w, https:\/\/www.theparisreview.org\/blog\/wp-content\/uploads\/2022\/02\/screen-shot-2021-11-30-at-6.23.18-pm-300x203.png 300w, https:\/\/www.theparisreview.org\/blog\/wp-content\/uploads\/2022\/02\/screen-shot-2021-11-30-at-6.23.18-pm-768x519.png 768w\" sizes=\"auto, (min-width: 62.5em) 67vw, 100vw\" \/><\/a><p id=\"caption-attachment-157168\" class=\"wp-caption-text\"><em>Cookie\u2019s Secret #1<\/em>, 1983, pastel on paper, 62.5 x 42&#8243;.<\/p><\/div>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">Cookie Mueller had a place on Bleecker Street between Sixth and Seventh Avenues. And you\u2019d go there, like before you\u2019d go out at night, and get whatever you needed. Lots of times you went to Cookie\u2019s to get drugs and get ready to go out. She\u2019d be putting on her clothes.\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">Cookie called me a diarist. She used to work for some place called <\/span><i><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">Details<\/span><\/i><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">, and she wrote that in a review in there. And I liked it. It sounded like what it is. This <\/span><i><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">is<\/span><\/i><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\"> my diary.\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n<div id=\"attachment_157170\" style=\"width: 976px\" class=\"wp-caption aligncenter\"><a href=\"https:\/\/www.theparisreview.org\/blog\/wp-content\/uploads\/2022\/02\/screen-shot-2021-11-30-at-6.25.57-pm.png\"><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" aria-describedby=\"caption-attachment-157170\" class=\"wp-image-157170 size-full\" src=\"https:\/\/www.theparisreview.org\/blog\/wp-content\/uploads\/2022\/02\/screen-shot-2021-11-30-at-6.25.57-pm.png\" alt=\"\" width=\"966\" height=\"643\" srcset=\"https:\/\/www.theparisreview.org\/blog\/wp-content\/uploads\/2022\/02\/screen-shot-2021-11-30-at-6.25.57-pm.png 966w, https:\/\/www.theparisreview.org\/blog\/wp-content\/uploads\/2022\/02\/screen-shot-2021-11-30-at-6.25.57-pm-300x200.png 300w, https:\/\/www.theparisreview.org\/blog\/wp-content\/uploads\/2022\/02\/screen-shot-2021-11-30-at-6.25.57-pm-768x511.png 768w\" sizes=\"auto, (min-width: 62.5em) 67vw, 100vw\" \/><\/a><p id=\"caption-attachment-157170\" class=\"wp-caption-text\"><em>Frank, April 1977<\/em>,\u00a01977 (printed 2017), digital c-print, 16 x 24&#8243;.<\/p><\/div>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">I get to go to lots of people\u2019s bathrooms. That\u2019s just, I\u2019m friendly.\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n<div id=\"attachment_157172\" style=\"width: 980px\" class=\"wp-caption aligncenter\"><a href=\"https:\/\/www.theparisreview.org\/blog\/wp-content\/uploads\/2022\/02\/screen-shot-2021-11-30-at-6.29.15-pm.png\"><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" aria-describedby=\"caption-attachment-157172\" class=\"wp-image-157172 size-full\" src=\"https:\/\/www.theparisreview.org\/blog\/wp-content\/uploads\/2022\/02\/screen-shot-2021-11-30-at-6.29.15-pm.png\" alt=\"\" width=\"970\" height=\"645\" srcset=\"https:\/\/www.theparisreview.org\/blog\/wp-content\/uploads\/2022\/02\/screen-shot-2021-11-30-at-6.29.15-pm.png 970w, https:\/\/www.theparisreview.org\/blog\/wp-content\/uploads\/2022\/02\/screen-shot-2021-11-30-at-6.29.15-pm-300x199.png 300w, https:\/\/www.theparisreview.org\/blog\/wp-content\/uploads\/2022\/02\/screen-shot-2021-11-30-at-6.29.15-pm-768x511.png 768w\" sizes=\"auto, (min-width: 62.5em) 67vw, 100vw\" \/><\/a><p id=\"caption-attachment-157172\" class=\"wp-caption-text\"><em>Anne<\/em>,\u00a0March 1985.<\/p><\/div>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">This is Anne, my husband Klaus Kertess\u2019s best friend. She was a beard when we would travel sometimes. They were opening the Morgan Hotel, and she was doing a big party. And that\u2019s the first bathroom at the Morgan. That\u2019s her drinking her wine, talking on the phone, her favorite thing. Now she just texts.\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n<div id=\"attachment_157169\" style=\"width: 982px\" class=\"wp-caption aligncenter\"><a href=\"https:\/\/www.theparisreview.org\/blog\/wp-content\/uploads\/2022\/02\/screen-shot-2021-11-30-at-6.24.32-pm.png\"><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" aria-describedby=\"caption-attachment-157169\" class=\"wp-image-157169 size-full\" src=\"https:\/\/www.theparisreview.org\/blog\/wp-content\/uploads\/2022\/02\/screen-shot-2021-11-30-at-6.24.32-pm.png\" alt=\"\" width=\"972\" height=\"649\" srcset=\"https:\/\/www.theparisreview.org\/blog\/wp-content\/uploads\/2022\/02\/screen-shot-2021-11-30-at-6.24.32-pm.png 972w, https:\/\/www.theparisreview.org\/blog\/wp-content\/uploads\/2022\/02\/screen-shot-2021-11-30-at-6.24.32-pm-300x200.png 300w, https:\/\/www.theparisreview.org\/blog\/wp-content\/uploads\/2022\/02\/screen-shot-2021-11-30-at-6.24.32-pm-768x513.png 768w\" sizes=\"auto, (min-width: 62.5em) 67vw, 100vw\" \/><\/a><p id=\"caption-attachment-157169\" class=\"wp-caption-text\"><em>Anne and Klaus<\/em>,\u00a01981 (printed 2002), digital c-print, 13.5 x 20.25&#8243;.<\/p><\/div>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">That\u2019s Anne in the bathroom in Fort Worth. They were getting ready to go to a big party at the Bass Hall, and Klaus was doing an art show then, for Laura Carpenter. They\u2019re having margaritas before we went out. When we got to parties in Fort Worth, Anne would give everybody an individual vial of cocaine so that we wouldn\u2019t go into the bathrooms together, because she\u2019d get in trouble.<\/span><\/p>\n<div id=\"attachment_157176\" style=\"width: 425px\" class=\"wp-caption aligncenter\"><a href=\"https:\/\/www.theparisreview.org\/blog\/wp-content\/uploads\/2022\/02\/screen-shot-2021-11-30-at-7.03.55-pm.png\"><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" aria-describedby=\"caption-attachment-157176\" class=\"wp-image-157176 size-full\" src=\"https:\/\/www.theparisreview.org\/blog\/wp-content\/uploads\/2022\/02\/screen-shot-2021-11-30-at-7.03.55-pm.png\" alt=\"\" width=\"415\" height=\"623\" srcset=\"https:\/\/www.theparisreview.org\/blog\/wp-content\/uploads\/2022\/02\/screen-shot-2021-11-30-at-7.03.55-pm.png 415w, https:\/\/www.theparisreview.org\/blog\/wp-content\/uploads\/2022\/02\/screen-shot-2021-11-30-at-7.03.55-pm-200x300.png 200w\" sizes=\"auto, (min-width: 62.5em) 67vw, 100vw\" \/><\/a><p id=\"caption-attachment-157176\" class=\"wp-caption-text\"><em>Michael and Naomi, 1971<\/em>, 1971 (printed 2011), digital c-print, 30 x 20&#8243;.<\/p><\/div>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">Naomi Sims was the first really big Black Halston model. She was married to Michael Findlay, who is an art dealer. And she came to my house on Eighty-Seventh Street, all decked out in the Halston, just to have dinner, and to drink and have a good time. She was the most elegant woman ever.<\/span><\/p>\n<div id=\"attachment_157173\" style=\"width: 444px\" class=\"wp-caption aligncenter\"><a href=\"https:\/\/www.theparisreview.org\/blog\/wp-content\/uploads\/2022\/02\/screen-shot-2021-11-30-at-6.34.40-pm.png\"><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" aria-describedby=\"caption-attachment-157173\" class=\"wp-image-157173 size-full\" src=\"https:\/\/www.theparisreview.org\/blog\/wp-content\/uploads\/2022\/02\/screen-shot-2021-11-30-at-6.34.40-pm.png\" alt=\"\" width=\"434\" height=\"625\" srcset=\"https:\/\/www.theparisreview.org\/blog\/wp-content\/uploads\/2022\/02\/screen-shot-2021-11-30-at-6.34.40-pm.png 434w, https:\/\/www.theparisreview.org\/blog\/wp-content\/uploads\/2022\/02\/screen-shot-2021-11-30-at-6.34.40-pm-208x300.png 208w\" sizes=\"auto, (min-width: 62.5em) 67vw, 100vw\" \/><\/a><p id=\"caption-attachment-157173\" class=\"wp-caption-text\"><em>Eileen<\/em>, 1998, oil on linen, 30 x 20&#8243;.<\/p><\/div>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">I\u2019m good at red. I got interested in [Eileen Myles] because they hung out with Jimmy Schuyler, and I always thought he was the most brilliant poet. I\u2019d see him at Fairfield Porter\u2019s house in Southampton, and he must have been on Thorazine or something. He\u2019d just be sitting there like that, but still brilliant.<\/span><\/p>\n<div id=\"attachment_157167\" style=\"width: 607px\" class=\"wp-caption aligncenter\"><a href=\"https:\/\/www.theparisreview.org\/blog\/wp-content\/uploads\/2022\/02\/screen-shot-2021-11-30-at-6.23.00-pm.png\"><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" aria-describedby=\"caption-attachment-157167\" class=\"wp-image-157167 size-full\" src=\"https:\/\/www.theparisreview.org\/blog\/wp-content\/uploads\/2022\/02\/screen-shot-2021-11-30-at-6.23.00-pm.png\" alt=\"\" width=\"597\" height=\"651\" srcset=\"https:\/\/www.theparisreview.org\/blog\/wp-content\/uploads\/2022\/02\/screen-shot-2021-11-30-at-6.23.00-pm.png 597w, https:\/\/www.theparisreview.org\/blog\/wp-content\/uploads\/2022\/02\/screen-shot-2021-11-30-at-6.23.00-pm-275x300.png 275w\" sizes=\"auto, (min-width: 62.5em) 67vw, 100vw\" \/><\/a><p id=\"caption-attachment-157167\" class=\"wp-caption-text\"><em>Patti Astor<\/em>,\u00a01979, pastel on paper, 42 x 46&#8243;.<\/p><\/div>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">Patti Astor had a place in the East Village. One day we went over there, and you had to bring her a bottle of vodka. She had great makeup. She was something else. She was one of the beginnings of the East Village\u2014she pulled all that together. This is in her home at like one o\u2019clock in the afternoon. You know, the mattress on the floor with some pillows and Marlboros and ashtrays \u2026\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n<div id=\"attachment_157205\" style=\"width: 758px\" class=\"wp-caption aligncenter\"><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" aria-describedby=\"caption-attachment-157205\" class=\"wp-image-157205 size-full\" src=\"https:\/\/www.theparisreview.org\/blog\/wp-content\/uploads\/2022\/02\/screen-shot-2021-11-30-at-6.36.06-pm.png\" alt=\"\" width=\"748\" height=\"618\" srcset=\"https:\/\/www.theparisreview.org\/blog\/wp-content\/uploads\/2022\/02\/screen-shot-2021-11-30-at-6.36.06-pm.png 748w, https:\/\/www.theparisreview.org\/blog\/wp-content\/uploads\/2022\/02\/screen-shot-2021-11-30-at-6.36.06-pm-300x248.png 300w\" sizes=\"auto, (min-width: 62.5em) 67vw, 100vw\" \/><p id=\"caption-attachment-157205\" class=\"wp-caption-text\"><em>Louie and Patti<\/em>, 1979, pastel on paper, 30.25 x 39&#8243;.<\/p><\/div>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">And that\u2019s Louie Chaban. He was going out with Rene Ricard, then, that\u2019s how I met him. Louie was once the doorman at the Mudd Club, and then when Soho started having fashion as well as art stores, he worked for Anna Sui. I\u2019d go visit him when I was looking at art there, and we would take pictures, and we\u2019d go out at night. I can be fascinated by somebody, totally involved in that person, and I can spend years doing it. Louie is somebody who I\u2019ve done from when he had a twenty-six-inch waist until &#8230; He\u2019s this big, huge hunk of a man now.<\/span><\/p>\n<div id=\"attachment_157166\" style=\"width: 894px\" class=\"wp-caption aligncenter\"><a href=\"https:\/\/www.theparisreview.org\/blog\/wp-content\/uploads\/2022\/02\/screen-shot-2021-11-30-at-6.21.33-pm.png\"><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" aria-describedby=\"caption-attachment-157166\" class=\"wp-image-157166 size-full\" src=\"https:\/\/www.theparisreview.org\/blog\/wp-content\/uploads\/2022\/02\/screen-shot-2021-11-30-at-6.21.33-pm.png\" alt=\"\" width=\"884\" height=\"654\" srcset=\"https:\/\/www.theparisreview.org\/blog\/wp-content\/uploads\/2022\/02\/screen-shot-2021-11-30-at-6.21.33-pm.png 884w, https:\/\/www.theparisreview.org\/blog\/wp-content\/uploads\/2022\/02\/screen-shot-2021-11-30-at-6.21.33-pm-300x222.png 300w, https:\/\/www.theparisreview.org\/blog\/wp-content\/uploads\/2022\/02\/screen-shot-2021-11-30-at-6.21.33-pm-768x568.png 768w\" sizes=\"auto, (min-width: 62.5em) 67vw, 100vw\" \/><\/a><p id=\"caption-attachment-157166\" class=\"wp-caption-text\"><em>Gary and Cookie<\/em>,\u00a01981, ink on paper.<\/p><\/div>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">Gary and Cookie again. They were perfect together at night. They just had this whole conversation going. She seemed like she was always kind of whispering in someone\u2019s ear. I\u2019ve never seen Gary be really loud, and I don\u2019t think Cookie had to be loud. She could get anything she wanted just being Cookie.<\/span><\/p>\n<div id=\"attachment_157174\" style=\"width: 827px\" class=\"wp-caption aligncenter\"><a href=\"https:\/\/www.theparisreview.org\/blog\/wp-content\/uploads\/2022\/02\/screen-shot-2021-11-30-at-6.34.56-pm.png\"><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" aria-describedby=\"caption-attachment-157174\" class=\"wp-image-157174 size-full\" src=\"https:\/\/www.theparisreview.org\/blog\/wp-content\/uploads\/2022\/02\/screen-shot-2021-11-30-at-6.34.56-pm.png\" alt=\"\" width=\"817\" height=\"623\" srcset=\"https:\/\/www.theparisreview.org\/blog\/wp-content\/uploads\/2022\/02\/screen-shot-2021-11-30-at-6.34.56-pm.png 817w, https:\/\/www.theparisreview.org\/blog\/wp-content\/uploads\/2022\/02\/screen-shot-2021-11-30-at-6.34.56-pm-300x229.png 300w, https:\/\/www.theparisreview.org\/blog\/wp-content\/uploads\/2022\/02\/screen-shot-2021-11-30-at-6.34.56-pm-768x586.png 768w\" sizes=\"auto, (min-width: 62.5em) 67vw, 100vw\" \/><\/a><p id=\"caption-attachment-157174\" class=\"wp-caption-text\"><em>Jackie Curtis<\/em>, 1971, pastel and watercolor on paper, 35 x 46&#8243;.<\/p><\/div>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">Jackie Curtis and I were in high school together. I didn\u2019t know that until she told me later. My studio was on Eighty-Seventh Street, I had a spiral staircase. She came over and we started playing around. She was trying to get some money to make a movie. I worked on plays that she was in, too\u2014I did sets for Andy Warhol. This is from around the same time as that great portrait by Alice Neel of her and Ritta Redd. Ritta Redd was there the same night, and Andrea Whips Warhol. It was a total Factory thing.<\/span><\/p>\n<div id=\"attachment_157175\" style=\"width: 420px\" class=\"wp-caption aligncenter\"><a href=\"https:\/\/www.theparisreview.org\/blog\/wp-content\/uploads\/2022\/02\/screen-shot-2021-11-30-at-6.36.17-pm.png\"><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" aria-describedby=\"caption-attachment-157175\" class=\"wp-image-157175 size-full\" src=\"https:\/\/www.theparisreview.org\/blog\/wp-content\/uploads\/2022\/02\/screen-shot-2021-11-30-at-6.36.17-pm.png\" alt=\"\" width=\"410\" height=\"619\" srcset=\"https:\/\/www.theparisreview.org\/blog\/wp-content\/uploads\/2022\/02\/screen-shot-2021-11-30-at-6.36.17-pm.png 410w, https:\/\/www.theparisreview.org\/blog\/wp-content\/uploads\/2022\/02\/screen-shot-2021-11-30-at-6.36.17-pm-199x300.png 199w\" sizes=\"auto, (min-width: 62.5em) 67vw, 100vw\" \/><\/a><p id=\"caption-attachment-157175\" class=\"wp-caption-text\"><em>Stephen Hall #1<\/em>, 1972, pastel on paper, 35 x 26&#8243;.<\/p><\/div>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">He was a boyfriend of Rene Ricard\u2019s. He got undressed that day. It was really nice.<\/span><\/p>\n<div id=\"attachment_157171\" style=\"width: 1034px\" class=\"wp-caption aligncenter\"><a href=\"https:\/\/www.theparisreview.org\/blog\/wp-content\/uploads\/2022\/02\/screen-shot-2021-11-30-at-6.27.39-pm.png\"><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" aria-describedby=\"caption-attachment-157171\" class=\"wp-image-157171 size-large\" src=\"https:\/\/www.theparisreview.org\/blog\/wp-content\/uploads\/2022\/02\/screen-shot-2021-11-30-at-6.27.39-pm-1024x628.png\" alt=\"\" width=\"1024\" height=\"628\" srcset=\"https:\/\/www.theparisreview.org\/blog\/wp-content\/uploads\/2022\/02\/screen-shot-2021-11-30-at-6.27.39-pm-1024x628.png 1024w, https:\/\/www.theparisreview.org\/blog\/wp-content\/uploads\/2022\/02\/screen-shot-2021-11-30-at-6.27.39-pm-300x184.png 300w, https:\/\/www.theparisreview.org\/blog\/wp-content\/uploads\/2022\/02\/screen-shot-2021-11-30-at-6.27.39-pm-768x471.png 768w, https:\/\/www.theparisreview.org\/blog\/wp-content\/uploads\/2022\/02\/screen-shot-2021-11-30-at-6.27.39-pm.png 1060w\" sizes=\"auto, (min-width: 62.5em) 67vw, 100vw\" \/><\/a><p id=\"caption-attachment-157171\" class=\"wp-caption-text\"><em>Klaus, Nan, Cookie, and Louie<\/em>, March 1980.<\/p><\/div>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">I never really paid attention to my photographs, because I just used them for reference. Some of them have become drawings and paintings. I could take a picture in 1979 or 1980, and I could make a painting in 2004 of that image\u2014I can go right back and be there.\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">I never knew they were sketchbooks until somebody was doing a book about me<\/span><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">. What they wanted were my photographs. And then I started noticing that they\u2019re relevant, that they really mean something. They lock a time and a place, and put me somewhere. They block time, so I don\u2019t have to think about time. All I have to do is remember to organize my images. I tell kids now, \u201cDon\u2019t delete your images, because images that you delete today, one day will really look good.\u201d Sometimes you can\u2019t see what things look like until time passes. It\u2019s like if you write for a living. You\u2019ll write something one day. The next day, you\u2019ll look at it. You don\u2019t think it\u2019s any good. And then a week later, it really makes sense, what you wrote. And that\u2019s the same thing with images.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">I used to love it when it was film in cameras, because you didn\u2019t see anything. The film had to go away, and then it had to come back, and then you\u2019d look at it. This time period that it took, it was kind of like sobering up\u2014\u201cOh, <\/span><i><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">this<\/span><\/i><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\"> is what it was.\u201d\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p><i><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">Lauren Kane is an editor at <\/span><\/i><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">The Paris Review<\/span><i><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">.<\/span><\/i><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>\u201cI could take a picture in 1979, and I could make a painting in 2004 of that image\u2014I can go right back and be 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