I forgot exactly where I encountered these doors during my strolls around Manhattan in the early 1990s. This is a pen and ink sketched washed with gray tones. I liked that the doors are set back from the stoop in the shadows. This will be one of the 4×6 prints available on my OtherArt shop […]
This is a sketch for a future painting. I drew it shortly after Mike died. I got a call the day he died, from one of his caregivers, who told me, “Michael is transitioning.” I was fortunate enough to get to talk to him during his last hours. Mike was nonverbal and never gave me […]
Somehow, my sketch doesn’t reveal the pleasure Mike takes in relaxing.
That sums it up: Nice moments trump (pardon the expression) being with your stuff.
One of the hardest parts of retiring was moving across the country with a lifetime of accumulated…. s*uff. I, to this day, still have an issue letting go of things. At some point letting go will be a must… I’m working up to it gradually… very gradually.
I recently came across this ‘comic book’ that I made shortly after I retired. I still have some of these issues more than 10 years later.
This is the second page of my short comic “I’m My Own Worst Enemy“, about a bit of life as a sibling of a nonverbal, low functioning, autistic brother.
