The greatest challenge is life is discovering who you are.
The second greatest is being happy with what you find.
Not long after I was back into the routine of life on the fast lane in Beverly Hills, with
lunches ,brunches ,teas and dinners where I was plied with questions about my art study
in Rome, I rented a studio on National Boulevard in West Los Angeles and started to sell
my work. I finally heard from “Associated American Artists”, they ended up purchasing
One Hundred Lithographs, and that were sent all around the world. How different my
life might have been had I heard from them while living in Rome-But I have learned,
Nothing by chance.
My friend Joan Jacobs introduced me to several artists who have become well-known
over the years. She was in love with Everett Ellin, who later became a curator for
Guggenheim and various other museums, and their relationship offered her occasions to
meet them and familiarize herself with their work. She lived in a Bel Air cottage
overlooking the Santa Monica Mountains and had already started an impressive art
collection. The walls of her cottage had become a min-gallery. I looked forward to every
opportunity to see what new pieces she had acquired. For instance, I’d find an Andy
Warhol next to a Jasper Johns and my jaw would drop. She kept telling me, “Attend the
shows and buy pieces by these new artists, Carol. Trust me, they will be famous someday
and you’ll see the value of what you collect go sky-high.”
“First of all. Joanie,” I said, “I can’t afford even the lowest price, and secondly, why
would I want to buy a painting of soup cans or American flags?” During this same
period, I met Edward Kienholz, who was gaining significant attention for his unique
creations that depicted what he called the
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