I didn’t know Linda at Carleton. We moved in different circles, but then I went to Paris the fall after graduation, to spend a year painting. Martha Diamond came with me and she knew Peter Schjeldahl and Linda, so we met them often to explore Paris together.
They were living in one room in a tiny old hotel on the Left Bank and their life seemed very romantic. We went to art exhibits and especially movies and dined in cheap restaurants and drank lots of red wine. I remember Linda sometimes liked to put on a “tough-guy” way of talking, always followed by a laugh.
When I got back to New York in the fall of 1965, Linda and Peter and Martha – they had all returned to New York earlier – were eager to introduce me to their New York. The first night I was back we went to hear the Fugs at the Five Spot.
Linda and Peter had found a place for themselves in the poetry scene around the St. Mark’s Poetry Project and we all lived on the Lower East Side. I remember several crowded and lively parties at Linda and Peter’s railroad apartment.
Linda and Peter split up sometime in the late 60’s and Linda found an apartment in the Village which was to become her home for the rest of her life. I think Linda worked a day job from the time she and Peter moved to New York. I know by the time she was on her own, she was working in one of the big publishing houses uptown, in production, as I remember.
In the early 1970’s Linda took up photography, learning to not only take the photos but do darkroom printing as well. As far as I know her subjects were her friends and events in the art and poetry worlds. I have some very special photos Linda took of me in my studio and of my first exhibition.
During the early ’70’s, Linda and I got together fairly often. After awhile we drifted apart although I would see her to say hello to at art exhibitions and poetry readings. The last time I saw her was at an art opening several years ago and Linda told me she had been battling brain cancer. I think she died a year after that.
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I didn't know Linda at Carleton. We moved in different circles, but then I went to Paris the fall after graduation, to spend a year painting. Martha Diamond came with me and she knew Peter Schjeldahl and Linda, so we met them often to explore Paris together. They were living in one room in a tiny old hotel on the Left Bank and their life seemed very romantic. We went to art exhibits and especially movies and dined in cheap restaurants and drank lots of red wine. I remember Linda sometimes liked to put on a "tough-guy" way of talking, always followed by a laugh. When I got back to New York in the fall of 1965, Linda and Peter and Martha - they had all returned to New York earlier - were eager to introduce me to their New York. The first night I was back we went to hear the Fugs at the Five Spot. Linda and Peter had found a place for themselves in the poetry scene around the St. Mark's Poetry Project and we all lived on the Lower East Side. I remember several crowded and lively parties at Linda and Peter's railroad apartment.
Linda and Peter split up sometime in the late 60's and Linda found an apartment in the Village which was to become her home for the rest of her life. I think Linda worked a day job from the time she and Peter moved to New York. I know by the time she was on her own, she was working in one of the big publishing houses uptown, in production, as I remember.
In the early 1970's Linda took up photography, learning to not only take the photos but do darkroom printing as well. As far as I know her subjects were her friends and events in the art and poetry worlds. I have some very special photos Linda took of me in my studio and of my first exhibition. During the early '70's, Linda and I got together fairly often. After awhile we drifted apart although I would see her to say hello to at art exhibitions and poetry readings. The last time I saw her was at an art opening several years ago and Linda told me she had been battling brain cancer. I think she died a year after that.