“Heeeeere’s Grace!”
“I’ll never write my memoirs, there’s nothing in a book. Love me in a picture, Kiss me in a cast, Touch me in a sculpture, Whisper in my mask.”
Grace Jones has been my #1 favorite since the night I saw a video at a house party, a bright spot in a dark room full of dancing, partying people. Her image and haunting vocals seered through my world, the first words sung describing how I felt about art, life, love, and sex.
Her romp through Paris, her life at the edge of excitement, the detached voyeur of all of it…the soul of someone living a memoir, a life off the charted map, never needing to document it.
September 2015, Miss Jones published her memoir. Surely the end of the world is nigh.
If you love Grace, you might love my portrait of her. Here's more on how I created this illustration on the blog.
