That's exactly right. What's happened is that
everything has been all turned up. The eighties are
an example of a lot of misturned and misguided—and
not just in the art fields but in everything, the
overcommercialization of everything. And as a result
we have a lot of—when I went to the art store the
other day, this women was telling me—because I was
saying, "Everything is so expensive here. It's like
I can't buy anything." And she said, "Sometimes we
have sales, because there are a lot of rich kids,
rich people, who come through and they buy
everything on the list that's given them from the
art school, where they give you a list of what you
need." And I said, "When I was in art school we had
to share." I mean, Charles White told us stories of
how he and—I forget the other two guys. I think it
might have been Jacob Lawrence, and I forget who the
third artist was. The three of them were at Art
Institute [of Chicago] at the same time, and none of
them had any money. They had six brushes amongst the
three of them and maybe a few tubes of paint and
some crayons. And they would arrange their classes
so that one person could use the pencils and the
other could use the paints and the brushes and
somebody else did something else. Anyway, sometimes
these people decide, oh, well, after a year this is
not what they really want to do. They'd rather go
become an engineer or something where they are going
to make a lot of money. And they have sales, and
they sell their art supplies. I mean, I still have
art supplies from—I have a little box of metallic
oil pastels that I bought at San Francisco State.
And I think the person, it was a mistake when they
sold [them to] me, because the box said thirty-nine
cents on the outside, and when they went through the
checkstand—I didn't notice, but—I realized when I
got out, but I didn't say a word. I think she only
charged me thirty-nine cents. Well, I think each one
of those sticks in there was supposed to be
thirty-nine cents each, which I wouldn't have been
able to afford. But it got through. And I still have
that box with these sort of gnarled-up pieces of oil
pastel. But that's just the kind of respect you have
for the supplies you have. It's like the good
paintbrushes; you sort of carry them around
lovingly, because it's your life. But it was about a
lifestyle and a life that really was about solving
problems, experimenting. And you didn't necessarily
show everything that you put a line on in the
studio; you got rid of things. That's why for me,
every moment that I lived in Los Angeles—and for
years people would hear me say, "I just really want
to have time to just paint and not sell the works or
have people come and buy the work away," because you
don't have time to look at what you've been doing.
One of the things I appreciated with Ankrum Gallery
was that the first couple of shows I had—the first
show was a moderate size. Then, because I was
painting so large, when I moved back to Los Angeles,
after my son [Rafiki Casey Dedrick Smith-Mhunzi] was
born and I had that huge studio space, the shows I
had were really big. I mean, it was like big
paintings. It took up the whole gallery. Well, they
decided that too many of the artists were having
these huge shows and that it was really better to
cut back. And they also didn't encourage the artist
to have shows every two years. I think at first just
as exposure—but their whole point was that the
younger artists came in, and they didn't sell their
art for a lot of money. It was better for people to
collect the work because they really liked it and
they could afford it. Then your work was around.
They also discouraged the artist from wanting to
just make art to sell. They felt that you needed to
spend time developing works. They would prefer to
show a few good works as opposed to many and you'd
have an uneven exhibition, because it meant the work
really wasn't developed. So they put some restraints
on their artists in a sense. They were very
supportive. As I think I mentioned to you yesterday,
I moved because I got married in 1970, at the end of
Gallery 32. I moved back up to the Bay Area. Because
Pete [M. Mhunzi, nee Walter Preston Smith] was just
kind of a jerk. But anyway, then I moved back to Los
Angeles in '72, and that's when I moved into the
studio space that I had, the big one on Jefferson
and Main. And the Ankrums [Joan Ankrum and William
Challee] then really saw, I guess, that I was still
really serious about being a painter, so they
actually gave me a little sort of allowance for
almost a year, which helped me pay my rent and
helped me to be able to paint. It wasn't a lot of
money, but I didn't need a lot of money when your
rent is only $150. I actually got my father to take
me to the president of the Bank of America that he
knew over here on Taraval Avenue in San Francisco.
And I said, you know, all these white boys do it.
They go out and they get their fathers to take them
for something that they need to a friend of their
father's who's in business. So I just said, "Daddy,
you know this man who's the president of a bank, and
I need a loan, because I want the studio space. I
need $2,000. And I will pay the money. But since you
know him, can you take me? And maybe he will give me
a loan." And at the time that was really outrageous
to do that. Nobody just goes to a bank and says,
"Give me money for a studio space, a loft space." It
was the key money to get into the space. And my
father said, "Well, okay. We'll go." And my father
vouched for me and said, "Well, yes, she pays her
bills."