My academic failures were legendary especially to my parents. I grew up in Bayonne NJ in the ’50s and ’60s. Bayonne in those days, to me, was parks, movie theaters, and ice cream trucks. When I hit 20, New York City held all the perfume. And in the mid-’70s the city was fertile with creatives. The Soho restaurants were humming with the like-minded and that’s where I found myself working.
Those days, my main devotion was music. I played and wrote and played and wrote. I got friendly with an ad guy that was a regular at the restaurant. He asked me if I would like to take a crack at scoring a 30-second spot. I did and won the job. Then another commercial, then another, then indie film scores. My restaurant days were numbered.
I had quite the nice run and, with the money I made, I wanted to see if I was any good at playwriting. I wrote, produced and directed 12 plays in a 20 year period and, one, as recent as last year, had its world premiere at The NY Fringe Festival.
However, my first love was always painting and drawing. Not too long ago, my wife and I stumbled upon a little CT bungalow that had a detached painting studio. We bought the house and since then I’ve devoted a great deal of my time to painting and drawing. Those results I present to you now.