Aging is an extraordinary process where you become the person you always should have been.
Art has been a part of my life as far back as I can remember.
I entered all the art contests in elementary school where you had to draw a poster for Fire Prevention Week or Dental Health Week.
When I was 6 years old, I drew a picture in crayon about the Big Blackout that hit the northeastern United States in 1965.
When I was about eleven, I went to my uncle's house for a New Year's Eve party and missed the ball dropping because I was so engrossed in a book he had in his den about Leonardo da Vinci.
As I'm sure you can understand, my parents, who were children of the Great Depression, didn't encourage me to pursue painting. I was instead steered toward something that might be more lucrative, like commercial art or architecture. By the time I entered high school I had decided that filmmaking might be a more realistic, but still creative, career.
I won an art scholarship to Pratt Institute and was somehow able to use it to enroll in their filmmaking program. I don't remember now exactly how that worked, but in any case, some of the required first-year classes were art classes. There was a 3D class — sculpture, basically — and a color class, and a life drawing class. I loved them all, and after a few months I found myself wondering if I had pursued the right path.
One night I had a wild, wonderful dream about Technicolored mirages that you could walk right up to! — which, of course, I promptly made paintings of. I awoke from that dream knowing that, in some inexplicable way, it was telling me that painting was the right choice for me.
But there were still more twists and turns to come regarding my life as an artist.
At 19 years old I had my first serious relationship. I decided that I'd spent enough time in school, and wanted to learn more about life and love. I quit Pratt. My three semesters there turned out to be just enough to stretch me as an artist, and I continued painting for a few years. I also married my first love, but that marriage did not go well, and by the age of 25, I was divorced.
Despite having sold a few paintings and having won prizes in a few shows, I decided at that point that I had to get a "real job." I supported myself mostly by cooking in restaurants. But I found myself working on my photography skills in my spare time, and mixing my sister's rock album, and making short videos, and taking writing workshops, and doing sound effects for community theater. Though I had stopped painting, I never really gave up on art.
In 2004 I met a woman named Heather. She is truly the love of my life! We got engaged after a year, and were married in 2006.
I was still cooking for a living, even though I had long before decided that it wasn't what I wanted to do. Continuing my search for that elusive "real job," I decided I would pursue a career as a paralegal. I began taking classes at the local community college, and found an entry-level position with a company that did support work for law firms. Loved the classes, absolutely hated the job! I lasted eight months!
During the ensuing period of unemployment, I had time to think about what I wanted to do with the rest of my life. I was finally ready to admit to myself that the only thing I'd ever cared about was art, and I decided that nothing would ever again stop me from pursuing it as a career.
Westhampton Beach HS Chamber of Commerce Art Scholarship 1977
Studied painting at Pratt Institute 1977-78
Huntington Township Art League, NY — Award of Excellence 1982
Five Towns Music and Art Foundation Juried Art Show, NY — Harold Trock Memorial Award 1982
Five Towns Music and Art Foundation Juried Art Show, NY 1983
Westhampton Free Library, NY — Pete Klotz Memorial Show 1998
Long Island Art League, NY Juried Art Show "Landscapes" — Honorable Mention 2014
Broward Art Guild 67th Annual Members' Exhibition, FL — Second Prize 2017
Art Florida 2018 — Judge's Recognition Award
Solo Show — Southwest Regional Library, Pembroke Pines, FL 2018