i want to go visit the slightly insane woman downtown again,
she knew patti smith, hung out in the same area of New York that patti did, during the same time.
her father was an artist who knew Picasso, and she too is an artist. she is so strange but her stories are cool.
“i decided at a young age that i did not want to be like Picasso,” she told me. “i was just a little girl at the time, but i overheard him at the table next to mine talking about how he could draw anything, even something that wasn’t good and he’d be able to make a lot of money off of it. i never make art for profit. i never want to be like Picasso.”
she prophesies the collapse of the modern world in our lifetime and is making a big painting about it. while i don’t believe what she says, i think it’s interesting to hear her opinions and visions.
she is friends with the homeless folk and collects jewlery from the alleyways on the weekends and every wednesday; she gave me a few beautiful necklaces.
she lives in a flat from the 1920’s and her cat is a distant relative of the tabby cats who came over on the Mayflower. he’s so cute.
