When I first moved to Danbury, the ideas for pictures came in a rush. It was a lot like being in a wild, passionate beginning stage of love. Once the highs and lows have straightened out, you’re either left with a solid, loving friendship..or a lot of bittersweet memories.
As it was, I really was overwhelmed with the physical beauty of being in Connecticut again. Last winter I worked quickly and intensely on lots of drawings…but, just as that love fades, so did the intense impressions.
So, now, much as I spent 16 years in Queens looking and reinterpreting the scenes around me, I guess I will do that for however long I am here in Danbury.
As for Looking at the Smaller Picture, or as it is now called, The Fading of the Morning Star, here it is…