a native New Yorker from Old Westbury, I came to Alaska after several rather
fateful and substantial interludes: First to Vermont to get married, then
back to New York City to work and finally on to Tennessee to raise the
I accepted a museum job in Alaska and disembarked from the ferry, at Juneau, with Connie, five of our seven kids, two dogs, an over-stuffed, green, Volkswagen bus and a silver, 18 foot, Sears canoe. All this was off loaded on a rainy, windy and a very black night in October, 1971.
a good museum job but soon found we had no place to live. So my boss, a
salty Irishman from Montana, took us all in, along with his own wife, four
kids and one dog!
training is in art and museology, plus I have great respect for all of
nature, so it really was the right move, to the right place, at the right
Now that I'm in my sixth decade of a much varied and rich life, I like to share my visual expressions of it with a greater and more diverse audience.
More in New York Paintings 2001.