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The root of creativity, I believe, springs from two things-” keen” observation of the natural world as well as of man and secondly, taking note of what lies within oneself at all times. The artist must be an attentive observer … Continue reading →

Yesterday, I returned from a deeply meditative week along the Plattekill waterfall. This artist-in-residence program, sponsored by the Catskill Center for Conservation, entails a small, simple, rustic cabin at the top of an 80′ waterfall in the Platte Clove. A … Continue reading →

This past week I visited the Freer Gallery at the Smithsonian. Anyone who has been there will know it is primarily a gallery of Asian art and particularly, Japanese paintings. But it also houses the famous “Peacock Room” by James … Continue reading →

Summer is the perfect time to look about one’s outdoor spaces and see one’s self reflected there. In a garden, one’s inner life overflows to the outside world. A gardener allows one’s environment to become affected by the mystery that … Continue reading →

In Baudelaire’s, Salon of 1846, he reflects on the words of E.T.A.Hoffman: “It is not only in my dreams and in the reverie that precedes slumber, but also in my waking thoughts that I hear music, that I find an … Continue reading →

A retreat is always a necessity for an artist. It is so important to have time away and time for contemplation. In the end, contemplation is the labor of the artist and painting is the fruit of that time of … Continue reading →

Memory wells up from an unknown place- dark and hidden, unexpected.  It is a deep spring emerging from an underground source. A place where sight is obscured- things come out of the darkness and return there. One can only see … Continue reading →

Many times we relegate those things that we hold in our memory as artifacts of a past time. We rarely give those images their due. The literalism that is such a part of the American culture, hinders one’s ability to … Continue reading →

Lorca Periodically, I return again and again to things I have written about before in hopes of bringing to the surface a clearer idea of the subject for myself. Duende is just such an idea. Lorca, himself, spent years coming … Continue reading →

Sissy in Yellow by Robert Henri “… for the great function of the image is to be a kind of detector of infinity… towards which our reason and our feelings go soaring, with joyful, thrilling haste.” (Andre Tarkofsky, Sculpting In … Continue reading →