In 1958, Roy was 35 years old, married, with two children, and settling into his new job as assistant professor of art with emphasis on industrial design at the State Teacher’s College in Oswego, N.Y. How he got a job as an “expert” in industrial design, after earning an MA in fine art with emphasis on painting, is an example of a modern economy not running on full potential. For instance, women were denied vacant career tracts that men could apply into—even unqualified men like Roy.
Oswego might have been desperate to fill the position. And Roy was a painter, which is affiliated with art, and design can be arty too, so… Close enough! Hired to do a job he had little interest in. His wife Isabel was building a clientele in Cleveland as an interior designer, but now the couple had two children. Even big city Cleveland was not going to allow Roy to paint all day while Isabel brought home the bacon. Who would stay back to watch the kids? Roy, a stay-at-home Dad in the mid-1950s? He would have better luck applying for cosmonaut trainer in Kremlin Heights. The neighbors would stare him to madness with their icy eyes.
When I was 35 in Oswego, I too was married with children. We lived in a more fair economy where women were allowed careers (as long as their husbands had one too). However, unlike Roy, I persisted in my art which was home teaching my daughters, and working day after day as a house husband, and full time, sometimes part-time, as a line cook in a local steak and seafood restaurant.
Beside frequent painting, I had wrote, edited, and published four creative books by my 35th year. I scratch prepared and cooked 14 meals a week for the family, washed, dried, and folded all the laundry, changed 3/4 of our infant daughter’s diapers, and home taught my 12 year old daughter three days a week. We also had a dog, whom I walked twice a day. And house repair and refurbishment was never-ending. I mean never ending.
I cannot get a job at the state college next door, and I have applied at different times to be a janitor, dining hall cook, and even an assistant gallery director. All to no avail. Like Roy, I probably didn’t want the job(s) anyway. I wanted an income as a painter. However, both Leo Castelli (Roy’s initial and lifelong benefactor) and the 20th century are dead. Therefore, pipe, meet dream, and persist as you always have Ron, even while no one was looking.
In autumn 1958 Roy walked along the lake dreaming. In 2002, Ron did too. However at our respective moments in time, only one of us was fortunate enough to remain an artist. Lake effect is a meteorological phenomenon when a westerly winter wind dumps an inordinate amount of snow in a very narrow band of storm on an eastern shore of a large body of water.
Below is a photo of Oswego captured by Carl Mydans for Life Magazine in December 1958, when lake effect gave the city 6 feet of snow over the weekend. I am certain the gears of escape were already turning inside Roy’s head.