Opening February 2010, my NEW GALLERY in Big Sur, California! Called The Hawks Perch, filled with my work, off Highway ONE, 24 miles south of Carmel. JANUARY 2012 — The gallery moved! THE HAWKS PERCH is now on Robinson Canyon Road in Carmel Valley, six miles in from the coast…..Come and visit!
Writing, art, journalism, politics, buccaneering & adventuring. Goddard College (Vermont), St. Martin’s School of Art (London), Art Student’s League (NYC). Here’s the short version. How do you do.
Having met the indictment in grade school that I would have to make up my mind what I wanted to be when I grew up, and finding no use for specializing in light of myriad choices that kept appearing, I instead proceeded to test myself in many careers, doing and learning much in the process. I recommend it.
First real portrait commission was a command from the ferocious Laguna Beach Playhouse stage manager. I was 15, an apprentice. “Harvey” was the play of the week. “Paint Harvey” he said. “I want a rabbit in a tux over the fireplace by curtain time.” I painted, to critical acclaim.
Teenager leaving art school in London, then Paris, then by train across Europe to discover Poland and Russia at the height of the Cold War. Leapt off a moving train headed in the wrong direction, landed in a snow bank ten feet from soldiers who turned toward me, raising their bayoneted rifles to their cheeks.
In the Seventies, the only female outdoor scaffold climbing billboard painter in the USA, swinging 10 to 25 stories in the breeze over Times Square with four inch brushes, linseed oil, turps, Japan dryer cozied on a scaffold. Murals, signs, portraits, carousel horses followed. Animated cartoons and short films.
My old carriage house in downtown Brooklyn was a spontaneous rescue operation for cats & dogs, one seagull, one monkey. Forlorn, lost, abandoned, wounded & wonderful crowded in.
Politics, yes. NY mayoral campaign. Handling press, speech writer to US Congresswoman Geraldine Ferraro.
Newswriting, so hot for news, at CBS, ABC & FOX TV in NY. Radio Producer for talk and rock.
Dozens of my own businesses, signs murals portraits sculpting. Learning trades on the hoof by reading volumes, listening endlessly, looking til bleary and mostly hard work experimenting in new skills in terrible places without enough material, daylight, or food. The usual story.
I taught myself how to write short stories and novels, two published “The Gandy Dancer & Other Short Stories”, a children’s book, “CoCo NO!” 6 more to come soon.
I left the city behind me to take my measure in wilderness. Up Weather Mountain in Virginia, blizzards, ice storms, thunder that shook the planet; eagles, condors, mountain lions, bears. Joined the Blue Ridge Volunteer Fire Brigade.
Moved to a log cabin before it became the worst Virginia winter in 200 years, 20 below zero, a wood-stove; candlelight writing & daylight painting. Spring. Fall. Bought my 1974 Suburban “The BLUE THUNDER” (in 1996), packed in my last six Brooklyn cats and the chocolate Lab (Rodin) I’d met & fallen in love with in the Blue Ridge, stored & gave away what was left over, turned south, turned right, headed west to California. Camped out in the forests of Big Sur.
Hired on as cameraman’s assistant for TV’s “Survivor Africa” in 2001. What a hooooooot.
Coastal California horse ranch barns and bunkhouses, north to Yosemite to write & paint in a gold miner’s shack next to granite sheers and sleepy water. Headed back to Cachagua.
My work is focused on inspiring individualism, personal responsibility, and an independent spirit. I’ve lived all over this splendid country, (Vermont to Brooklyn to Missouri to Yosemite) crossed it by car four times, lived in Mexico, England, France & Russia.
I mutter it often and in wonder at every new surprise I get into: OH WHAT A LIFE I LEAD! All of us get to walk the planet, few of us choose to really live. I’m not the first to say that but I like whoever said it first. I advise anyone who isn’t already knee deep to find out what thrills the hell out of you and leap in. It may not last. It will be different than you expected. But you’ll be roaring on all cylinders, and if you intend to lead a virtuous life…that’s a virtue.
That’s all I want. A taste of it all. What IS out there? Let’s go have a look.
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