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Show 197 I went back to Salt Lake City and a new life, to go to the University, to become a sculptor. Since the summer class I had some clay, but no tools, and had kept modeling with it, erasing, modeling again. Now I registered in the College of Fine Arts for all the art classes I could get, design and color under Mabel Frazer, Still Life under La Conte Stewart, modeling with a live subject under J. T. Harwood. He did not teach sculpture, nobody did then, but had studied in Paris and knew the rudiments, but not the tools. He said a good sculptor used his thumbs. I used mine. There were required courses the rest of the day, English and others. I found I had to take geometry with no credit, something I should have had in high school. I had started it there, but found myself the only girl in the class, so dropped out. The art class was on the third floor of the Park Building. We had a series of models, an old lady, one of the boys in the class, one of the girls, a red-headed beauty, La Von Vincent, now a successful Utah artist, La Von Vincent Best. The boys painted her, spieled off poetry to her meanwhile. "Hair, hair, the beautiful hair! Have you ever tasted h a i r ? " La Von tried to hold the pose in spite of it. Mr. Harwood was so taken by her beauty that he had her pose for his picture "Adromeda. " Mr. Harwood was a dedicated artist, and poured artistic concept into us as we worked, gave us art background. I got A's in all my classes; he took special interest in me, told me of the great sculptors, Rodin, |
