As I said, I always thought of painting and drawing as my primary job, my vocation, and taking photos as a sidelight, something fun to do when I went along with my writer friends on interviews or to shows, maybe even a way to make a little extra money (emphasis on the little). At the same time, I always had a day job, too. A series of them, including art editor for True Story magazine, where, among other tasks, I staged lurid not-quite-true-crime scenes to illustrate the publication’s not-quite-true purple prose. Even today I have a day job, teaching art to kids and to seniors. But being a painter remains my vocation and what I mostly do and, so, what this site is mostly about.
Still, those photos I took of Muddy Waters, Iggy Pop, Alice Cooper, Jerry Garcia, Waylon Jennings, Patti Smith, Big Star, Lester Bangs, Blue Oyster Cult, the Dictators and the Clash, among many others — some of which were published in Creem, Crawdaddy, Circus, Esquire, Hit Parader, Oui and Penthouse and on album covers, and some of which have never before been seen — seem to have become even more interesting over the decades. For the longest time they were hidden away in cardboard boxes in the closet of my studio, and I didn’t pay them much attention. But, more and more, people have been asking to see them (or to use them in books, magazines, box sets or websites), and it dawned on me they’re another part of my work, and it might be worthwhile to dig them out.
Beyond clarifying that, here’s a bit more of my bio: I’ve been in dozens of group and solo shows in New York, LA and San Francisco. My first group show, as a teenager, in NYC, happened to include a not-yet-universally-famous Yoko Ono. A later one included David Hammons. I was a member of the Screen Cartoonists’ Guild, working on the Raggedy Ann movie, and I earned a gold record for designing the cover of Blue Oyster Cult’s Spectres album, the one with “Godzilla” on it. I grew up in Brooklyn, in Coney Island, before Brooklyn was cool, and graduated from Hunter College in Manhattan. For the last few decades, I’ve lived in the San Francisco area, raising two kids with my husband, Robert Duncan, a writer, and drawing and painting every day.