I first met Jack Davis when I was a frequent visitor to a lesbian brothel commune in Santa Cruz, circa 1981. He lived in the basement, and despite having the least comfy room in the house, he was more productive than the rest of us put together.
The first time I visited Jack’s studio, he was crocheting a penis. Like everyone else who entered his lair, I…
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