I’m thrilled to announce that the paintings I showed at the Woodstock Festival of Music and Art in 1969 will be featured in an exhibition at the Museum at Bethel Woods, the site of the original festival, next year from April through December. They’re mounting an exhibition entitled “& Art Fair: Art and Design… [Read More]
No turkey on my toothless Thanksgiving
I was deprived of turkey on Thanksgiving, because for the first time since infancy, I don’t have any teeth. Well, strictly speaking, I still have twelve in front—six on top and six on the bottom, but they don’t meet in anything resembling a normal bite. In the past couple of weeks, I’ve been gumming my… [Read More]
Satisfaction: Remembering Charlie Watts
Satisfaction! The Rolling Stones’ first Number 1 single was inescapable in the summer of 1965. Since the death of Charlie Watts on August 24th, I’ve been immersed in memories of the Stones’ music and what an essential role it played in my life, especially through the 1960’s and 70’s. I painted the Stones many times, but… [Read More]
Rebooting the New Year
I don’t know about you, but for me, this winter has been a washout. I survived the holidays, but I couldn’t get it together to make New Year’s resolutions, much less follow them. My creativity has been in hibernation, but now that the days are getting longer, I’m feeling stirrings of new life. And Daylight… [Read More]
Order prints of my paintings for last-minute holiday gifts!
At long last, I’m offering Giclee prints of paintings I showed at the Woodstock Festival of Music and Art in 1969, as well as some later paintings. These are museum-quality high-definition prints on archival paper. I’m working out the logistics with some firms that specialize in fine art reproductions. They won’t be available till January,… [Read More]
It’s the end of the world as we know it–so we might as well party
Back in the early 1960’s, I never imagined I’d live to turn 30. The threat of nuclear annihilation loomed over the planet. In high school, I’d been subjected to those ridiculous drills when we crouched under our desks, as if that would somehow save us from Communist bombs raining down and incinerating us. In my… [Read More]