Running.......... It sounds glib to say running saved your life, but in my case that's the way I see it. Moving to New York is like stepping off on another planet. When you aren't even from a real city, nature is the rule, buildings are the exception. In New York, that's reversed. Will never forget seeing Bryant Park for the first time. When I arrived in the city, I saw thousands of people huddled around a rectangle of grass and staring at it as if something were about to hap

Another trip to the National Arts Club, this time to attend Ken Hiratsuka's new exhibition. For anyone new to my projects, I've been in talks with the National Arts Club regarding the life and work of Ted Conrath. Ken's work was powerful, both ancient in tone and timeless in its simplicity. Ken came to prominence when he began practicing street art; several sidewalks around New York City became his canvas. His "one line" technique has taken him around the world and his person

"The Baron" now belongs to the owners of Coffee Labs in Tarrytown. Great to sell a painting and even better to see it find a good home. They rock - always have. This painting came from the spookiness of Tarrytown and Sleepy Hollow and the cool Voodoo loa, Baron "Saturday," a figure known for the love of rum, smoke, and magic. Baron Samedi became well-known in the '70s with the Bond film "Live and Let Die." Geoffrey Holder played the Voodoo baron so well that the former dancer

First day in the city, 1999, and I had a huge problem: I had no idea there were so many steps. Steps up and down to the subway tracks and steps leading into buildings and shops; the city suddenly appeared to be made of stairs. Like in the movies, you never know you are in quicksand until half your trunk is swallowed up. When you've never lived in a city, you assume the train or bus will somehow drop you right in front of the door and an elevator will wheel you up to one of th

A few months back, I was looking for anyone who knew Ted Conrath. At that time, I didn't know much. Only one person in the town of Pelham, where Ted had lived for 40 years, knew him and he couldn't remember much. So many people, memories, and stories (even great ones) get lost to time and I'm attracted to them. Somehow, they've slipped through the cracks. Whether with my writing or my painting, it's all the same: it's story-telling. After a whole day in Pelham, I started back