Thoughts
Giants in My Art and in History
As a child, I would lie down on the floor, feet away from our black-and-white television. My thumb was securely snug in my mouth, my other hand holding my...
Giants in My Art and in History
As a child, I would lie down on the floor, feet away from our black-and-white television. My thumb was securely snug in my mouth, my other hand holding my...
The Trouble with Political Art
The Louvre in Paris is home to a magnificent collection of art and on my occasional visits, I always find myself drawn to the "Death of Marat" by the French...
The Trouble with Political Art
The Louvre in Paris is home to a magnificent collection of art and on my occasional visits, I always find myself drawn to the "Death of Marat" by the French...
For all of you spending your summer up north
My fondest memories of Canada usually involve a dock, a black lake murmuring in the dark, and a big night sky soaked in bright white stars. As if Elohim had...
For all of you spending your summer up north
My fondest memories of Canada usually involve a dock, a black lake murmuring in the dark, and a big night sky soaked in bright white stars. As if Elohim had...
Utopia on the River Eden
I found myself in my studio, the world outside silent and void of movement and human sound "Utopia on the River Eden" was started two weeks before all of Israel...
Utopia on the River Eden
I found myself in my studio, the world outside silent and void of movement and human sound "Utopia on the River Eden" was started two weeks before all of Israel...
Hotel Utopia
For the last two years I have been working on a series of works entitled "Hotel Utopia". This theme came to mind a few years ago after I suffered a...
Hotel Utopia
For the last two years I have been working on a series of works entitled "Hotel Utopia". This theme came to mind a few years ago after I suffered a...
God is Buff, How Michelangelo, changed how we t...
I remember back in 1975 entering an almost empty Sistine Chapel, those were the days before low cost flights and tourism on mass. I lay on the floor and peered...
God is Buff, How Michelangelo, changed how we t...
I remember back in 1975 entering an almost empty Sistine Chapel, those were the days before low cost flights and tourism on mass. I lay on the floor and peered...