Books
How I Became My Grandfather
SEEDLINGS, acrylic on canvas, 18×24 AS A CHILD, I had no concept of age. There was no future or past. Only the present mattered. Kittens and puppies I could understand; Continue reading
Garden Dream
GARDEN DREAM, acrylic on canvas, 24×18
Jumping Journalism
DAYLONG, triptych, acrylic on canvas board, 24x12x3 IT IS THE BLIZZARD OF ’78, and I am working. The storm has already begun but, like most people, I misjudge its magnitude. Continue reading
Milkman
LOOKING BACK, one of my earliest jobs was one of my fondest. Perhaps it is nostalgia for a dying profession from a bygone era. I was a milkman. Coming out Continue reading
