Keith Haring began his art career at my subway stop on 96th Street and Lexington Avenue number 6 train.
I remember the first baby drawing on black unused ad space. A few stations away another. I knew something was happening. BUT WHAT??
Weeks passed more babies with more levels of complexity. More creatures too. I kept watching a growing art phenomenon in the subway. This was late ’70s early ’80s. I feel so lucky to have been witness to the emergence of an artist who was really exploring the canvases of the city. History before my eyes.
Yesterday I was in a pity pot about how awful my life is. I’ll never be successful with my creative business and I will end up living in poverty. AND I DON’T HAVE A VALENTINE!! HYSTERICAL!!!
I had to meet my ex-husband in the city in -15 degree weather. I hopped onto the 1 train and continued to cry under my two wool scarves. Then I peered up from my hide-out and noticed a young couple across the way happy to be together on Valentines Day. THIS CHANGED MY BRAIN!! I ACTUALLY THOUGHT IT WAS A WONDERFUL PICTURE!! I ASKED IF I COULD TAKE THEIR PICTURE FOR MY BLOG.
I FORGOT ALL MY PROBLEMS AND NOW KNOW THAT PEOPLE ARE SO MUCH A PART OF MY LIFE AND ART.
This is very difficult to write about. A fellow artist in the NYC Subway platform surrounded by his artwork. I didn’t notice the whole picture and just quickly dismissed him as a general homeless man. Then I really looked and felt my gut clench because I was staring at the true “starving artist “. I had a moment of fear and didn’t want to see this. It was painful. It could be me!! And let me tell you some months cash flow is not plentiful.
But I was drawn to his art. He was good and had talent. I fearlessly approached him and hoped I could tell him how good his art is. You never know if people are insane or if the art was stolen. What followed was the most engaging conversation with a talented fellow artist on hard times. At one time he was successful in Florida. He had traveled all over the world doing art. Studied at the National Academy of Art. This was a man on hard times showing his work no matter what. He wasn’t complaining about his situation. He wasn’t asking for MONEY. He was a very happy man sketching in the subway engaged in creating.
I am blessed to have met this fellow artist. The train came and we shook hands good bye. I felt D. E. Gayard was a true fearless artist. He blessed me that day. The only gift I can give this artist is to celebrate him on my blog and tell my followers and the internet world of his existence in the world of art.
Please pass this post to everyone you know. Spread the name and art of D. E. Gayard. Don’t let this special artist fall through the cracks of anonymity.
The No. 1 train screeched to a halt and the doors opened. I watched as 20 third graders ran into the car scrambling for seats with loud excited voices. There goes my peaceful ride I thought. Kids are squeezed into me wiggling around how can I deal with this chaos!!
Then an amazing thing occurred. They were silent!! I looked around and each one was fixated on a book reading. I took in this scene of tranquility on a train speeding to the Bronx. My mind took in each young face and the beauty of their love of reading. My artist eye said this is a life painting that should be shared.
WE LOVE THE KIDS OF THE BRONX!! THEY ARE OUR FUTURE. LIFE IS A PAINTING!