Looking for Each Other
Looking for Each Other
Born two months and a few miles apart, David and Sybil Yurman led parallel lives, coming to art separately in their youth. In the 1960s, they were both involved in the underground art worlds of New York and California, going back and forth between the Village and the West Coast.
Despite traveling in the same circles, they never met. At one point, both were putting notices on the bulletin board at City Lights Bookstore in San Francisco, “home” of the beat poets, looking for friends or places to live. Sybil muses, “We were really looking for each other—we just didn't know it."
Despite traveling in the same circles, they never met. At one point, both were putting notices on the bulletin board at City Lights Bookstore in San Francisco, “home” of the beat poets, looking for friends or places to live. Sybil muses, “We were really looking for each other —we just didn't know it."
When David Met Sybil
When David Met Sybil
It was September of 1969. Tie-dye and bell-bottoms were all the rage, but Sybil had her own distinct style. David, a foreman in Hans Van de Bovenkamp’s sculpture studio in Greenwich Village, remembers seeing Sybil for the first time when she applied for a job there. She had wild black hair and wore colorful Peruvian ponchos—both as a top and skirt.
It was September of 1969. Tie-dye and bell-bottoms were all the rage, but Sybil had her own distinct style. David, a foreman in Hans Van de Bovenkamp’s sculpture studio in Greenwich Village, remembers seeing Sybil for the first time when she applied for a job there. She had wild black hair and wore colorful Peruvian ponchos—both as a top and skirt.
“I was just smitten,” David recalls. He did a triple take as Sybil strode across the loft, her black wellies with red laces and little bells tinkling with each step.
“I was just smitten,” David recalls. He did a triple take as Sybil strode across the loft, her black wellies with red laces and little bells tinkling with each step.
First Date
First Date
Sybil got the job at Van de Bovenkamp’s studio. After a couple months of mutual admiration at a distance, she asked David if he wanted to join her on a day trip to Bear Mountain State Park in upstate New York. The night before, an ice storm had transformed the park into an extraordinary winter wonderland, the branches of the trees glistening like a scene from a Russian fairy tale. It was a magical day.