Pratt Institute - Prattonia Yearbook (Brooklyn, NY)

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The Players Jill: Hands tremble Bill: Poor posture Rye Bread: Very large, con- cealed in pantry J: Cool it man, you’ve been working too hard. B: Life is a piece of cake and you should chew before you swallow. J: Cake my arse. B: It’s my own theory, thank you very much. J: Is that right? Andre says you can’t study art. B: Is that so? J: Like it’s life, man, and they can’t teach you. B: What I’m thinking, I’m think- ing...it's a damn well good thing. J: Whaddaya mean? Whadda we doing here sweating up this joint? I thought you were for real. B: They can’t teach me here better than they couldn’t teach me in Duluth. J: So whats it, the center of western civilization you wanna be at? B:...now that you mention it. But you unnastand what I mean, it’s Biff and Bobby and Jane. It's heavy Dooly and that speech what she pontificated in class, and this particularly hep instruc- tor you were jawing about in recent times. J: Yeah,, it’s a potent cup o’tea I reckon. » , B: How abotit i and rye bread too. Yive J: My time is coming soon. Vig ET TOD DDD DW ED LL LL EE ESO OU UU Ue oo

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Tig MOM mM You weren’t smiling so smugly the first time we met. Portfolio in tow, killing time before your inter- view with Gene Garfinkle (proba- bly the only time you were early for anything around here). Round- ing the corner on the third floor you had your initial encounter with my display of senior work. We stared at each other for quite sometime. I watched your expres- sion change from curious amazement to prickly panic. If you don’t mind my asking, how close did you come to blowing off that interview? Obviously you didn’t because there you were in the fall, still checking out the displays. By spring semester something changed. Instead of wonderment over technique, you questioned composition. The first time one of your pieces made it we spent a long time together. I also remem- ber overhearing it was the first time your folks didn’t have to pay to hear the sound of your voice. Your senior survey wasn’t bad. Even that pompous, failed fine artist commented on a “certain refreshingly conceptual feeling be- ginning to emerge.” (Whatever that means). When you start tak- ing your book around, remember how confidence in your work can override the panic and how unat- tainable a place in my glass case once seemed. Hey, you better get going, I hear someone coming up the stairs. mn . Front Row from the left: Cheryl Brundage, Laurel Tobias, Alfonso Gobea, Tom New- berry, Sam Scali. Second row: Gerry Contrer: il Gittens, LaDora Redmond, Joann Zelano, Karen Cumerford, Aldo Legido, Steve Powell, David Passalacqua Third Row: John O'Hara, Steven Cragg, Gayle Erickson, 7, Ben Hillman, Vladimir Shpigel. Back: Karen Massergiaa, Mary Paik, Rebecca Farash, Debra Clendennen, Howard Fertig, Steven Greene, Michael Barta los. John Athorne, Wendy Szeto, David Au, Lynnette Pellegrini, David Matava, Karen Jacobson, Carlos Martinez JT OA LAD LAD AD A AR UA ne