Some interviews should just never be granted, no matter how desperate your career is. Yuskavage, whose career has pretty much stagnated from a critical point of view (but she is with Zwirner and probably still selling loads) unburdens herself in The Paris Review about her working class roots, her halting development (stopped painting for a year after her first NY show) her weight (lost heaps recently) and designer wardrobe – all those oversize parachute numbers now donated to a worthy charity, of course, gay friends for the frumpy outsider and finishing somewhere behind John Currin in her Yale class.
Yeah, Yale, that kind of outsider...
Whatever there was that was vaguely interesting about her work in the 90s has long gone (she’s in her 50s now) and all this heart-searching will not bring it back. The weight was not the problem. It was a symptom though. If only she’d bummed around Europe for a few years or something, put the careers on hold for just a little longer.
Wow, ain’t never reading anything more about her.