
They speak of Lee Godie—Jamot Emily Godee, born 1908, died 1994—in hushed tones, a blend of wonder, curiosity, and maybe a little confusion. She called herself a French Impressionist, though she learned art on her own. And at the age of 60, homeless, she took to the streets, reinventing herself. You’d find her on Chicago’s Michigan Avenue, selling her art on the streets, almost a ghost, from the late sixties to the early nineties. She was something else, really, a puzzle hidden beneath layers of fur and pure artistic fire. Her life? It wasn’t just about paint and canvas; it was about making yourself who you wanted to be, a real rebellion against how things were supposed to be.
A Life Unbound
Forget fancy galleries, Godie made her own rules. The street? That was her studio, and everyone walking by, her audience. Picture her: right there on the Art Institute steps, selling her stuff, like, “Here I am!” Her art? Bright, lively faces and these crazy, fun scenes, all made with whatever she could get her hands on—pens, paint, even messing around with those photo-booth snaps.


More Than Just “Outsider” Art
Just calling Godie an “outsider artist” misses the point, really. She was sharp, knew how to get her name out there, and had a real knack for reading people. She got how her own story, her whole quirky vibe, drew people in. And she was in charge, deciding who got her art and what they had to do to get it.
A Legacy That Endures
It’s amazing how Godie’s art keeps on drawing people in, even years later. Those pieces of hers are now in some seriously respected collections, which just speaks to how her story lives on. She reminds us that art isn’t bound by walls; it can be made anywhere, by anyone who dares to be different.
Trying to pin Lee Godie down? Impossible. She was an enigma, a real mix of things, someone who just didn’t fit any boxes. And she’s still someone people talk about. Her art, the way she lived, everything—it all shows you what people can do, how they can make their own path and leave a mark that just doesn’t fade.
