We’re different kinds of artists You and me in both our aims and our results We see the same things but through different pairs of eyes and the color you call green is the one that I call black The fingers I use to hold my brush has been broken for long years The smileContinue reading “Different Kinds of Artists”
Every generation produces a group of artists fueled by and strung out on drugs, sex, poverty, and other forms of desperation and desire who create something entirely new. Subsequent generations produce those who copy the original group, note for note, word for word, stroke for stroke, and believe they are carrying on the tradition ofContinue reading “Every generation…”
There are a few individuals within each generation of athletes and artists who operate on a higher level than others, leaving their competition scratching their heads in amazement. James Joyce is one of those. His mastery of the interior monologue device begs for closer scrutiny. Take a look under the magnifying glass and see whatContinue reading “James Joyce and Interior Monologue”
Mylatest piece for ARTPublika Magazine is an essay on the relationship betweenartists and drugs. They go together like a horse and carriage.
“I saw the angel in the stone and I carved until I set it free.” Michelangelo If you have a few extra minutes this holiday, I would be thankful if you spend it reading my piece on Michelangelo’s David in ARTpublika magazine.