Essay by Patti Smith: Art Rats in New York City
In 1967, I stepped out of the Port Authority Bus Terminal carrying a plaid suitcase. My goal was to become an artist. Though I might have lacked the skills, I had the determination to develop them, as I believed deeply in my calling. It came to me like an ecstatic vision, without any Faustian bargain or divine expectation. I understood I would have to rely on myself but still hoped to find a companion, and fate led me to him.
Meeting Robert Mapplethorpe
Robert Mapplethorpe was an American boy raised in a devout Catholic family. In high school, he played saxophone in the band and earned an R.O.T.C. scholarship to study graphic arts at Pratt Institute. His mother wished for him to join the priesthood, while his father hoped he would rise through military ranks, with art training as a fallback. Robert had pale skin, green eyes, and dark curly hair cut close.
By following his father's plan, he obtained an apartment, polished knee-high leather riding boots, and an allowance. At Pratt, he excelled as a draftsman and appeared to follow the expected path. Yet, there was another side of him growing inside.
A Turning Point
At twenty, Robert put aside his saxophone, clerical robes, and rifle. Looking in the mirror, he saw neither priest nor future R.O.T.C. captain.
"There was no Faustian pact connected with my vow, no expectations from godly elements."
Author's summary: This essay reveals the early artistic journeys and inner transformations of Patti Smith and Robert Mapplethorpe in 1960s New York City.