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About Me and My Work
I had my first one-man (boy) show at the age
of twelve. It consisted of drawings in color and black and white
and was given at the library in Middletown, NY, where my mother
and I were living at the time. Since then I've always created
art, whatever else it was I had to do to make a living. When
I became a graphic designer I fell in love with the computer
as an artistic tool and have never looked back - although I
still work in traditional media when I can.
Doing art in digital form opened up new worlds for me. When
computers were new their capabilities were very limited and
the digital art of the time was considered immature. Well, OK,
it was. But myself and other artists like me are helping to
bring it up to the same level of respectability as photography,
which had to go through its own maturing process.
I was trained in traditional art,
majoring in painting and drawing at the Pennsylvania Academy
of the Fine Arts in Philadelphia. I also attended the Berkeley
Training Center in Bala Cynwyd (a close suburb of Philadelphia),
where I was introduced to graphic design software such as Photoshop
and Illustrator. A whole new world opened up before me!
I then went on to a career as a
graphic designer, which I no longer practice on a full-time
basis, having decided to spend most of my time creating digital
fine art.
So I bring to the table an artistic
viewpoint grounded in traditional media and traditional sensibilities,
together with practical knowledge of the best computer-based
media and tools.
Currently, my wife Virginia and
I live in Phoenixville, PA, with one cat, a petite black female
named Schnookums. Don't blame me (in case you were thinking
of it) -- I wanted to call her Sweetheart, since that's what
I call her anyway. And she is. But Virginia had other ideas
when I brought the cat home, after rescuing her from life
on the streets of Philadelphia. And so it came to pass that
on the books her name is Schnookums, but in everyday usage
she's Sweetheart. Pictures of her later, maybe.
Antar, the cat shown with me here,
died a few years ago at the ripe old age of 16 in cat years
(that's 144 in homosap years). He'd lived a good life and
thanks to photography he's now immortal. Sort of.
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