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Artists and Friendship

When I first came to New York there was a feeling that anyone could join the ongoing dialogue about art. If that misfit leaning against the wall, smoking a cigarette in Life magazine could be America’s best painter, who knew what might be possible. Good art could come from anywhere. We, as artists, decide for ourselves.

In the early ‘70’s I often went to several bars in Soho, including the Broome Street Bar. I would go in the evening hoping to run into other artists. One night there were a number of painters that I knew, including David Diao and Stuart Diamond. They …