Peg Grady's Profile

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I was born and raised in Queens, New York in an apartment building my partner insists looks like something out of the old Soviet Union. (It really isn't all that bad.) The typical city kid, I travelled on the subways into Manhattan, went to the museums, hung out in Greenwich Village, dropped in and out of NYU and City University of NY, taking classes I wanted and skipping (and flunking) required courses. Being a hippie I expressed my artistic side by sewing colorful patches on my jeans, embroidering my shirts and thinking deep thoughts.
I left New York at the age of 25 and came to California to seek my fortune. I tried a number of jobs...I've been a secretary, written horoscopes, sold advertising, waited tables, written commercials, typed police reports and the oddest one...been a prison guard. One of my jobs there was to run the chow hall in the quad that housed the psychotic inmates. Kind of like…

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  • Female
  • Born on October 30
  • Joined August 5, 2006

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fabric, thread, paper mache, paint, recycled, reused, reclaimed

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About

I was born and raised in Queens, New York in an apartment building my partner insists looks like something out of the old Soviet Union. (It really isn't all that bad.) The typical city kid, I travelled on the subways into Manhattan, went to the museums, hung out in Greenwich Village, dropped in and out of NYU and City University of NY, taking classes I wanted and skipping (and flunking) required courses. Being a hippie I expressed my artistic side by sewing colorful patches on my jeans, embroidering my shirts and thinking deep thoughts.
I left New York at the age of 25 and came to California to seek my fortune. I tried a number of jobs...I've been a secretary, written horoscopes, sold advertising, waited tables, written commercials, typed police reports and the oddest one...been a prison guard. One of my jobs there was to run the chow hall in the quad that housed the psychotic inmates. Kind of like running Denny's except everyone was crazy. My cooks were crazy, my servers were crazy, my clean up crew was crazy and our customers, all 700+ inmates were crazy. I, of course, was not.
At 40, I dropped back into college and learned how to paint and make stuff. An artist friend advised me to "paint as if it was your last gig." And that's what I do...experimenting, testing out different ideas, gluing stuff together, scraping into paint, forming paper mache over found objects...messing about with metal, wood, fabrics, thread, playing with my materials, following whatever intrigues me at the moment. I'm happiest in my studio, music blasting as I glue and hammer and paint and make a huge mess, emerging with a masterpiece, a disaster or something between the two.
I now live in a town with a population of 1105. My partner, Don, and I have a tiny house on 13 acres, covered with oaks and pines, two seasonal ponds, inhabited by blue jays and herons and woodpeckers, cats, deer, bobcats and wild turkeys that will eat out of my hand. Sometimes I walk outside and wonder how a girl from New York City ended up here.
Don's a musician, I'm an artist, life is good.

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