Chelsea Hotel Sketchbook

I remember you well

Thank you so much to the hundreds of monsters who have signed up since I started posting regularly on substack. As an independent artist with no degree and a giant mouth, your subscriptions help me do the work I want, unconstrained by collectors or corporations. I am truly grateful. If you like my art, you can also buy my books and prints.

My beautiful friend Camille Sojit Pejcha just wrote a tribute to the smoke-filled nights we spend at the Chelsea Hotel, watching bohemia perform its rituals for eachother in a city that wants to make everything as clean and sterile as an iphone package. Inspired by her, I decided to publish my Chelsea sketchbook. I scribbled these drawings over the course of a single night, curled up on a brocade couch, with my hands racing to capture the dancing girl as she bent, swayed, split, hung and came. Once a drawing was complete, I didn’t go back to it. You can’t overwork fire.

Thank you Tony Notarberardino, bohemia’s true king, for welcoming us misfit toys into your home. Or should I say, your fortress.