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Statement: From a recent brochure: "When I was three, I drew a
picture of a clown, and my mother liked it so much, she gave me milk
and cookies. I liked that! I figured I was on to something there, and
when I went to kindergarten, I already knew I was going to be an artist."
.. Since September 11, 2001 my perspective on art has changed. I have tried to focus on one thing: NATURE
There is a basic truth in nature that makes our narcissistic striving ridiculous. As an artist:
I have nothing to "say."
I offer nothing "new."
I am not on any "edge."
I seek to be in the center of nature, as a mere observer.
As far as any "motive force,"- I am constantly astounded by my own,
and society's inability to distiguish between illusion and reality,
and our ability to ignore the difference when we see it.
(at left) My first dog, "Mickey" and I at Chartier's Terrace near Carnegie, PA where I spent my youth.
I have
been extremely fortunate to have been able to spend the greatest part
of my life, doing art. Color, light, ideas- they provide the joy.
That is the bottom line summary. I have also been fortunate to be a
teacher, mainly at the Art Institute of Philadelphia, and the Pennsylvania Academy of the Fine Arts, (from 1997 to 2002) where
I continue to see students who give me faith that, no matter
how bad things look, they aren't really THAT bad.
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