Essay by Patti Smith: Art Rats in New York City
In 1967, I arrived at the Port Authority Bus Terminal carrying a plaid suitcase, driven by the desire to become an artist. Though I may have lacked skills, my determination to grow was fueled by a deep conviction that this was my true calling. It came to me as a vivid vision, without any Faustian bargain or divine promises. I knew I would face the journey alone but hoped to find a companion. Fate led me to him.
Meeting Robert Mapplethorpe
Robert Mapplethorpe was an American boy raised in a devout Catholic family. He played saxophone in his high school band and earned an R.O.T.C. scholarship to study graphic arts at Pratt Institute. His mother hoped he would become a priest, while his father expected him to advance in the military, with graphic arts as a backup.
- Robert had pale skin, green eyes, and tightly cropped dark curly hair.
- Following his father's plan, he received an apartment, leather knee-high boots, and an allowance.
- At Pratt, he excelled as a draftsman and initially followed the expected path.
Yet, beneath the surface, another identity was emerging. At twenty, Robert abandoned his saxophone, priestly robes, and rifle. "He looked in the mirror and saw neither a priest nor a future captain in the R.O.T.C."
"There was no Faustian pact connected with my vow, no expectations from godly elements."
Providence had led me to a true compatriot in Robert, marking the beginning of a shared artistic journey.
Author’s summary: Patti Smith reflects on her arrival in New York City and her transformative meeting with Robert Mapplethorpe, highlighting their early struggles and emerging identities as artists.