My Dinner with Willem de Kooning, Painter Hero
And the color yellow
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6 min readJan 31, 2021
In the summer of 1980, I lived the starving-artist life on the top floor of an East Village, three-room, tenement walk-up, the classic pre-renovated kind with a toilet closet in the hall and a tiny bathtub in the kitchen next to the only sink. I had just graduated from Rutgers with an MFA in Fine Art as a performance artist/dancer and was performing…
