human face, figure, psyche and soul has always been the centerpiece
of my paintings.
The folk are leaping, striding, swimming, flying, heading into
the wind at the top of a hill, dancing, bowling, maneuvering a
tight rope, stepping right out of their clothes and misconceptions.
Even in the works where my subjects are sitting or lounging, they
won’t be resting for long.
I am a story teller in bright paint and fire words. I critique
–with humor, I hope–the absurdity of the human condition.
I believe –like good old Confucius–that one picture
worth a thousand words. Strange for me to say since I am a writer
committed to struggling with truth and humor on the page in the
form of words.
For me, painting and writing is a commitment to the truth. Truth
and liberation of all kinds. My conviction is that liberation
is not for my canvassed subjects alone, but about liberating the
perceptions of the viewer from stale outdated notions of who we
are, who we were, and who we might yet be.
My style is loose, flowing and brushy, giving the work a sense
that it was painted in one fluid uninterrupted encounter with
the canvas. That’s good, but seldom the case. I often use
black outlining to celebrate the forms. I always use a wide range
the exception of my ongoing pictorial interest in Greek gods,
sexy goddesses, and familiar Christian iconography, my subjects
are familiar, and wonderfully ridiculous in their demand for
(unaware of ?) their essential dignity and power. I hope I convey
the playfulness, the humor, the joyousness and absurdity of
"becoming" while leaving the darker images of my soul
in a local Laundromat. (Caveat: I can always use the dryer.)
I have drawn and written stories since I was barely able to
hold a pencil. My formal education includes Scripps College
in California, University of Michigan in Ann Arbor, The NYC
Art Students League, briefly Instituto in San Miguel, Mexico,
and above all the wonderful museums and theaters of New York,
Europe, and the Orient. Their legacy of masterpieces I so passionately
observed are still living essences within my psyche, peering
over my shoulder, applauding good, and booing false, moves.
..O how very busy they are!!