Category Archives: Dreaming on Paper

(Note: I first write and posted this at the beginning of this year, but removed the post, since I felt it violated the artist’s privacy. David Levine died on Tuesday. He was 83.) I met him at the Museum of … Continue reading →

I remember one locomotive, in black and white, smashing into another.At seven years old not something you forget. The moving image of those two trains colliding, the accelerated chuffings of one locomotive bearing down on another splayed across the tracks, … Continue reading →

Like most if not all boys I wanted to be a hero, and tuned in to the TV to see what latest models were available. There was one program, black and white at first, called The Wild, Wild West. Maybe … Continue reading →

Sometimes the mind goes as blank as the white page, as an empty glass, as a cloudless sky, as a spider’s empty web. I get up from my desk. I would pace, but there’s no room for pacing up here … Continue reading →