My mother attended art school in the 1930s and became a famous Fashion Illustrator. She had also learned how to sew and designed and made her own clothes all of her life. She moved to New York city in 1937 and was hired by Saks Fifth Avenue to DRAW the daily ads for the New York newspapers. Saks would decide what would be promoted and showed her. Whether MALE or FEMALE, CASUAL or DRESSY, she would draw a model with the clothes shown and the graphic artist would add the type and store info. She was also a fashion model in her teens and won the “Miss Richmond VA” crown in 1937.
I was born right after WWII and she pushed me into art before I can remember. My grandmother was also an artist and painted all her life. All of my school book reports (from animals to astronomy) had binder covers that I illustrated.
When I was 10 years old I got my first issue of HOT ROD MAGAZINE! I was amazed at how older cars were customized, painted and pinstriped. And the custom cars and dragsters all had sponsors sign painted, not to mention flames and other “HOT” designs. I bought some pinstriping and sign painting brushes and began to practice. Every issue of HOT ROD would provide new ideas.
When I was 12 I pinstriped my next door neighbor’s 53 Chevy. He was 17 and all his friends spent time that weekend watching. I made $40. And got more work from other high school guys while I was still in the 6th grade. Other kids my age made maybe $4. cutting several lawns.
I was in the Cub Scouts and the store that you bought the uniforms at was Dick Felt’s Store for Boys. My mother told him that the posters in the store looked very amateurish, and he said he did them himself but hated to do them. As a result, and after seeing examples of my work, he hired me to use a speedball pen to make the price ticket signs and brushes to do window posters. He got me an easel and a small space to work in his back room. He sent me to University Art store to get poster board and any supplies I needed.
Dick Felt’s also sponsored a junior bowling team. So my dad and I started bowling. I got involved in bowling on the weekends at the INDIAN BOWLING ALLEY (they were the Stanford Indians at that time) in a junior league. We all had bowling shirts with his name on the back and ours over the chest pocket. Then I painted my name on my bowling bag and all the older men wanted their name’s done. I would ride home with an empty bag 2 times a week and get paid. Then the bowling alley wanted me to sign paint water colors on 3’ wide white paper sometimes 40’ long. These would hang in front of the pin machines and advertise bowling specials. I learned how to use an architect’s scale and draw out an accurate sketch. Then roll out about 10’ and use charcoal sticks to “layout” that portion of the banner. Then paint part of the banner and roll it up. It was way cool to see it hang up over all the lanes! He would have me do a new one every 3 months, and he could save the older ones for next year.
I used my pinstriping and sign painting money to buy parts from ads in HOT ROD MAGAZINE so I could build a GO CART. I got the steering column, tie rod assembly, brakes & tires. I made the frame and backrest and my mother fitted and stitched a comfortable seat and backrest. I got a clutch & belt drive and attached it to the rear axle. It had a 7.5 HP Briggs & Stratton gas engine and I could go 40 MPH! I did this in June when I was 13. I was very tall for my age, so I made it so my mom & dad could drive it also. My dad & I would load it up into the trunk of his 54 Olds and we would go to the Stanford campus. By the stables near the golf course were many paved roads that were closed to thru traffic. We all enjoyed that. My father was not experienced working with tools, but my mother was and she did most of the handy work around the house. They were both very proud of me. That I could use her art talents that I inherited, could build things and my dad was happy to see the business side I had developed and that I spent my own money. He graduated with an MBA and many times told me he didn’t want a “starving artist” for a son.
Mr. Zendaya, the tailor at the boys store went out on his own. I made individual letters 18” tall cut out of 1.25” marine plywood. I used a jig saw and primed 3x, then painted all of them in my parent’s basement. I used a paper pattern 25’ long and marked where I had to drill into the building. Naturally I had to use ladders to get up on the parapet where I could stand. Zendaya’s TAILORING…my first public outdoor sign in downtown Palo Alto when I was 14.