Johnny's first envelope |
The theatre manager of the time was less than enthusiastic, 'My five year old could do better than that,' was his opinion of Johnny's envelopes, which hung up one side of the staircase to the Circle.
'They were somewhere else - scrawly,' recalls Johnny, 'but on the other side of the staircase were drawings of what America was up to in Vietnam - Napalm bombs. I mean, to drop it on a village with women and children - for the Americans - of all people - to do that!
'With my Vietnam drawings, I was trying to sort out the depth of the envelope. So I cut the drawings in half - I likened it to the rape of a country. America was represented as an owl - attacking in the night - silently. Vietnam was a woman.
'The theatre manager deemed these drawings pornographic. "I've got a lot of women and children coming here!" he said. Anyway, the exhibition stayed.
I went to look at the exhibition and to find out - nobody knew me - the kids quite liked the drawings - they like cartoony things.
'I was a serious person. There were protests around the world and it was the kids that did it! In America, people would not do the draft - Mohammed Ali said no - in his position! It stopped him from boxing. He was condemned on all fronts, but he avoided prison because of all the support from young people.
'To die - for what?
'It was the envelopes, combined with circumstance that turned me into a proper artist. If I'm going to be an artist, I thought, I'm going to do it for all the right reasons. For my sort of an artist, earning a living is secondary to the statement. And don't forget,I was reassured and encouraged by people like Mohammed Ali, Kurt Vonnegut, Frank Zappa. I wanted to be part of that - not the establishment - it was the protest.
'And it was the time when I understood that if you're going to follow your dream, you have to be 100% honest. If what you are doing feels right, then it will be right, because you have told the truth.
Portrait 2 |
'Protest did not continue - I'm not a Protester - live and let live. I let my subconscious speak.'