James Rosenquist: I started – ever since I was a little boy, I could
draw, but I didn't know what to do with it. And in 1948 I won a
scholarship to study art for four days, four Saturdays, at the
Minneapolis School of Art; and they gave me the best pencils and the
best erasers and the best paper. And I was really impressed that – this
is good – dollar apiece for this paper. And also that some of the
finest master drawings are really made out of burnt wood, which was
charcoal. I thought, "Burnt wood." Master drawing from that. And an
eraser, you know. And chalk. So that was an illumination.
James Rosenquist: And then in '54 or '55, I won a scholarship to the
Art Students League in New York, and I studied with George Grosz, Edwin
Dickinson, Sidney Dickinson, his cousin, which were two entirely
different people. Edwin was a little tiny man with a little smock,
little granny glasses, and he says, "The reason why artists have such
difficulty drawing and painting in Manhattan is that Manhattan isn't
situated directly north and south. And the light that comes in the
window throws them off."
(laughter)
James Rosenquist: And then his cousin, Sidney Dickinson, was a big guy
with a cowboy hat and one of them chain tie – or those string ties – and
he said, "Son, you've got to be a mechanic with the brush." It's a
completely different sensibility. He says, "May I take your brush,
young man?" I said, "Please." So he goes zip, zip, zip. With a few
strokes, there'd be a nose. Zip. The cartilage in it. Zip. The eye.
Zip. Cartilage in the lips. Bzz, zip, zip. Bing. He said, "See?"
"Thank you very much."
(laughter)
James Rosenquist: So, you know, Edwin was the soft – George Grosz, too,
was very – spoke very – didn't speak English very much, and he said,
"Now, here and here, here, here, here." And he'd take your tablet or
paper – 'cause we couldn't afford anything – and he'd take a blue and
red Conté crayon and make fantastic drawings of four figures with the
light shining through four figures like this. And I have the – I think I
have that drawing somewhere in a magazine, or stuck – but I don't know.
I haven't seen it in years and years. But so there was all different
kinds of temperaments, you know, at the Art Students' League.