By Philip I. Rosenbaum
Associated Press Writer
Artist Vali Myers sets the floor with newspaper and serves melted cheese on pita bread, then throws a scrap to the mice behind the stove.
“It’ll be a holocaust,” Myers said of the extermination awaiting the mice a few days before she was scheduled to leave her room at The Chelsea Hotel.
Isn’t she afraid of the rodents? “Of course not,” she says. “It’s people you sometimes have to worry about.”
Myers says she likes people and loves meeting them.
“I know thousands of people. I always forget their names.”
Does she keep a list of their names?
“No. I’m bad with names.”
How does she remember their numbers?
“What numbers?”
As she talks, Myers breaks out the lipstick as often as a chainsmoker lights up.
White makeup coats her most visible canvas, her face. Fiery orange billows of hair frame the creation and above her lip rests a thin mustache-like design, which she tattooed.
Australian-born artist Vali Myers makes her home on the floor of New York's Chelsea Hotel
The hotel room – appearing more like the set for a piece of performance art than a place to live – is a trip inside her mind. Like a child playing “camp,” the 62-year-old Myers lives, eats and sleeps on the pillow-and-blanket-covered floor. On the front door, Italy’s Madonna del Arco is honored with a picture and strings of colored lights. Continue reading →