A brief biography:

I have been a practicing artist for the past forty years, all of my adult life.  I have managed by juggling my time between full time studio work and a series of full and part time jobs, a story, I’m sure, is not mine alone.  I am now determined to work full time in my studio on my art and nothing else.

My earliest memories are of watching my father draw.  He was not an “artist”, he was a brakeman on the New York Central Railroad, but he loved to draw and he began teaching me at the age of four or five.

My sister gave me my first set of oils at the age of nine or ten. I had absolutely no idea how to use them, but I tried. I still have that first painting. 

My mother, who never learned to drive, would take me on Christmas and Spring breaks by bus and subway to the Metropolitan Museum of Art in Manhattan.  We would walk the galleries together never saying a word, just wandering from room to room. 

I didn’t have much of a choice, I just fell in love with art in general and painting in particular, from a very early age.