I grew up in Buffalo NY. Before I’d learned to walk, I was trying to draw. Drawing became the way I made sense of the world. It also became the way I internalized abstract ideas like excellence, affectation, discipline, ambition, mediocrity and hypocrisy.
Now drawing has become my window for seeing how someone else thinks. Is it a surprise that I’ve become a committed draughtsman?
When I was awarded the Mayer Family Foundation’s Artist-in-Residence grant more than 25 years ago, I found myself in bucolic, upstate Sharon Springs NY, completely enchanted. However, I’d forgotten my extensive reference materials in New York City. Ideas I’d accumulated for years in sketchbooks had to be eased out slowly through the discipline of drawing rather than “the breezy approximations of sketching”.