Bluebird, charcoal, acrylic, and oil paint on linen, 20”x24”
Mother, mother
There's too many of you crying
Brother, brother, brother
There's far too many of you dying
You know we've got to find a way
To bring some lovin' here today - Marvin Gaye, What's Going On
Marvin Gaye wrote these words more than fifty years ago, and our neighbors are still falling around us. Small wonder an overload of injustice has become too much to bear.
I ask myself: how do I see what is happening around me and still find meaning in my work? How does my work matter?
Milk, oil paint on linen, 26”x25”
As I think I spend time a lot of time looking to see beyond first impressions.
Diane, oil paint on canvas, 42”x34”
If I can see people I can represent them, one small act.
Keith, oil on canvas, 22”x28”, collection Pacific House, Stamford CT
Can we recognize common humanity in each other? An important and maybe vital question right now.
Dave, oil paint on canvas, 30”x44”, collection Sacred Heart University
"I can never be what I ought to be until you are what you ought to be, and you can never be what you ought to be until I am what I ought to be... This is the inter-related structure of reality.” Martin Luther King Jr.
Sisters, pencil on plastic, 5”x7”, private collection, Stamford Ct