As a neo-romantic artist/painter I felt terribly alone and disgusted by Duchamp’s art world. Yet, these wonderful recordings and hundreds more kept me motivated, sane, happy, and ready to take on the greatest challenge to an artist: to celebrate personal and human evolution. Thank you.
This is my tribute to Michelangelo’s God reaching out to give the spark of life to Adam. Icarus’ dialog, in contrast, is between himself and Earth, just as my art is between me and the universe.
What is the point of trying to overthrow one bad aesthetic movement if you are going to replace it with another?
Painting my visual knowledge as far as I can see.
Postmodern Destroyers First they came for black and removed it from our spectrum. Next to go were the colors of light and shadow. They said that color was a power in its own right, not to be used as a slave to luminosity. The real, they said, was freedom from restrictions. They came for form, …
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Joy Riding Decades ago at 2:30 a.m. on a back street in La Jolla, I was arrested driving my mom’s ’68 Firebird 400 convertible. I had our tiny mutts Nikki and Dinky as passengers. I was 12 years old. The feeling of driving was incredibly delicious. Riding home in the back of the cop car, …
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