"You really can't go in there. Peter doesn't like unexpected visitors and he isn't due in today."
Peter Max’s assistant wedged herself out from behind her crowded desk and waded through the fronds of a large potted plant beside her in a weak attempt to stop us from continuing down the studio hallway.
My parents had recently returned from a cruise on Norwegian Cruise Line, where they had seen and fallen in love with Peter Max’s work in one of the onboard art galleries. Several purchases (and martinis) later, they somehow procured the address of the famed artist’s New York City studio.
During our next visit, we decided to stop by, assuming his creative space would likely be accompanied by a gallery. With upturned collars warding off the cold spring air, we searched along the chilly sidewalks for any sign of a gallery. Nothing.
The area was fairly residential, so after twenty minutes of searching, we were about to give up when a young man descended from an unmarked, stone building. In a last ditch effort, we asked if he happened to know who Peter Max was and where his studio might be. As it turns out, the man had just been upstairs dropping supplies off for Max and would be happy to let us into the building.
The rickety elevator deposited us outside an apartment door. An old intercom with a colourful piece of paper with the words "Please Ring Bell" haphazardly taped above the button was the only indication we might be in the right place.
The expansive interior boasted rows of stacked canvas racks, a media wall covered with TVs, piles of posters, and a small seating area in the back flooded by sunlight. Colour exploded from every corner of the room. Familiar renditions of Max's Statue of Liberty series and celebrity portraits peeked out from behind his signature brushwork and cosmic shapes.
Peter Max is probably one of America’s most famous – and profitable – modern artists. His psychedelic paintings have become pop culture icons. His graphic art has adorned GE products, a 10 cent stamp, Continental Airlines Boeing jets, and Norwegian Cruise Line’s New York based Norwegian Breakaway cruise ship. Max was the official artist for the 1994 World Cup, five Super Bowls, and countless other celebrity events. He was once invited to paint an installation at the White House, which then-President Ronald Reagan playfully added a few strokes of paint to before giving his nod of approval.
Just being near his studio was an honour. Max's assistant begrudgingly allowed us to take a brief walk amongst his art with the solemn promise that we wouldn't touch anything (after all, we were already inside). As we stood along the media wall, we heard the alarmed assistant explaining that there were strangers in the back and that she hadn't thought the newest arrival to the studio was planning to stop by.
Peter Max had just arrived.
We exchanged glances, silently asking each other what we should do.
Trapped at the back of the studio, we helplessly turned in circles looking for a place to hide.
Then there he was there.
His wispy hair and velvet blazer completed the portrait of the unexpected artist. He gave us a friendly wave and warmly, if somewhat cautiously, asked us who we were and how we found his studio.
Max gave us a personal tour, pausing to reflect on the memories associated with each piece, and to fill us in on decades' worth of parties with Andy Warhol, what it was like designing artwork as big as a cruise ship, encounters with current and past presidents, and harmless flirtations with Britney Spears and Marilyn Monroe. As he talked, each painting seemed to come to life with the inspiration behind it.
Although Max was classically trained, he embraced the emerging pop art trend of the 60s to find broad appeal from the public. He explained to us that every artist has a choice: be profitable - even famous - in your lifetime and risk criticism for being too mainstream, or challenge the art world and risk being a brilliant, but unrecognized, starving artist until after your time.
Max could hardly be called a starving artist. In 1969, Max appeared on the cover of LIFE Magazine with the headline, “Portrait of the Artist as a Very Rich Man.” Yet his work manages to do something many other popular artists fail to do.
Often steeped in social or political commentary, Max's work walks the fine line between being aesthetically appealing, whilst providing insight into the current cultural climate. His series honouring 9/11 service men and women or 44 Obama portraits commemorating our 44th President, to name a few, capture the imagination and the heart, whilst channeling a Warhol-esque vibe often duplicated and broadly beloved.
Max's work - bright, bold and filled with colour and emotion - like the artist, is larger than life. Larger, perhaps even than the hull of a cruise ship.