Man from Manhattan (Self-Portrait), oil on linen, 66 x 44 inches, private collection
Grandparents and Rothko
Before World War II, my maternal grandfather, George, moved from Switzerland (or Germany, accounts are a little fuzzy) to live in Argentina, then Canada, where he seduced 18-year-old Edna, who would later become my grandmother. . Then they drove south to Los Angeles and got married. He wore hats and suits, she did too, wide brimmed hats and silk stockings. He loved sports and opera and she loved the Renaissance and Romantic painters. Edna found a particular Time magazine cover story hilariously funny. On the cover was a Rothko painting, and she roared with laughter at her joke: “This is like the house painter painting large square patches and saying: “Hey lady, which color do you want?” She never had any doubts about absurdities. Read more ...
This painting is from the early 80's, and I wanted to celebrate women's lib.
My only sculpture so far. The portrait is of Lynia, she also posed for Women with a Hat, and the Sculptor.
Where perception and introspection stop and creation and contemplation begin.
The moment before grasping a new thought.
This is a portrait of a smart and enthusiastic friend. One of my favorite portraits because the rhythms of arches rotating through and around his face.
I painted this at a time when I was creating an art think tank, which turned into the Foundation for the Advancement of Art.