1985! Shortly after landing in Newark Airport and finally reuniting with our mother after three traumatic years, we arrived in NYC via the GW Bridge. We were immediately informed (and reminded from there on-every time we crossed it), that it was the bridge where Johnny Weissmuller (AKA Tarzan) had performed his famous dive. Later in life I found out it was the Brooklyn Bridge Johnny had jumped from. But Hollywood wasn't across that bridge back then and the Charles Bronson's D

I don't know when it started, but the doodles I drew as a kid were an expression to cope with the turmoil of the times and country I came...

For quite a while I've been struggling with saying things through my art that I've realized can only be said by breaking from abstraction. Though I have kept a record of this in the form of studies on paper, I have reached a point where I can no longer ignore this desire nor put away-after each minor attempt. I've decided it is time I took a break from everything else, and once and for all explored this new way of working; on canvas and with the subjects at hand. I need to s