Oil on Linen 30 x 40 inches

Oil on Linen. 30” X 40”

oil on linen 28” X 36”

oil on linen 28” X 36”

This room, which would have been a garret for servants in the attic of the palace was completely deserted excepted for one extraordinary chair from…who knows?

Oil on linen. 40’ X 50”

The palace is honeycombed with secret staircases that were used by servants and royals all sneaking around to entertain each other without being discovered.

Oil on Linen. 30” X 40”

Oil on linen. 20” X 28”

Oil on Linen. 26” X 36”

18” X 24”. Oil on linen

Oil on linen. 28’ X 36”

Oil on Linen. 28” X 36”

This room was extraordinary. The guide who wrangled me through the palace preceded me into the darkest room of the day, drew back the rusty shutters that shrieked in protest as light spilled into a space unfamiliar with sun or sound,

Oil on Linen. 28” X 36”

This is a total fantasy piece. The room was undergoing restoration and I faithfully painted it but for some reason or other felt it wouldn’t be complete without a large red bull.

Oil on linen. 30” X 40”

Off the foot of Manhattan is Governor’s Island. A five minute ferry ride separates not only the two islands but two centuries. The island was a military base going back to the earliest days of New York. In the middle of the island is a grassy park named after a Spanish American War general, lined with grand old homes that once housed generals and their families.

On the front porch of an 1840’s home that once housed Generals Pershing and Winfield Scott, I peered into the silent rooms. The leafy reflections intruded.

Oil on linen. 30” X 40”

The afternoon of my grandmother’s funeral I returned to the home she shared with my grandfather for half a century and sat in her bedroom. The rocker where she sat and looked out at Stevens Street in Wellsville, New York would never feel her warmth again. Neither would I.

Oil on linen. 18” X 24”

I was in St. Petersburg in the summer during the white nights. It never gets fully dark. I looked out of my hotel room window at the empty street below bathed in a luminous blue-white glow.

Oil on linen. 20” square

Many years after my beloved grandparents were gone I returned to their home at 87 Stevens Street, Wellsville, in the Finger Lakes region of New York State. I stood on the front porch where the glider once glided and looked into the living and the dining rooms. Beyond that light flowed from the far back room that had once been my grandmother’s sewing room that she converted to a painting studio once her passion of art overtook her. It was there that she sat me down with oil paints, no small act of bravery, as a four year old boy and introduced me to the joys of creation.

The client for this mural loved “Livia’s Garden” which is the most famous and beautiful mural found in Pompeii. Now there is a bit of ancient Italia in the burbs

This mural resides in a co-op lobby on Lafayette between Houston and Bleecker. While I was painting a couple of detectives stopped in having gotten a tip off that there might be a satanic cult setting up shop in the building. A concerned citizen had reported,“There is blood on the walls depicting a decapitation.” A quick history/art lesson satisfied New York’s finest.

The brilliant designer Scott Salvatore commissioned me to restore the badly damaged murals painted by Marcel Vertes in the 1950’s as part of the restoration of the most romantic room in New York. Large speaker enclosures were removed leaving gaping holes in the mural which I filled and painted additional images, in the style of Vertes,

This painting was done in the studio on canvas and installed like wall paper over a working mechanism at the country home of a music mogul.

Every year the Kips Bay Boys and Girls club sponsors their big fundraiser. They’ll find a dilapidated mansion in Manhattan and all the best interior designers are given a room to strut their stuff. Muralists are selected also. This mural was painted in a stairwell. Since it was late winter/early spring I painted this with my son Austin in grisaille. To break the silvery tones of winter we then painted trompe l’oeil flowers with faux masking tape sticking them to the walls.

These were reinterpretations of antique botanicals blown up to wall sized proportions

In this dining room the client wanted trees. I suggested that rather do a claustrophobic forest the painting should show the magnificence of Central Park from their viewpoint 25 stories in the air.

I painted this for a designer I revere, Sam Botero. His elegant vision was to paint a misty New York harbor scene from the 1920’s. The really cool part was that it expanded out from the foyer into adjoining halls.

This three panel painting for the administration building of Christopher Newport University depicts the first europeans ships arriving in Virginia. It was painted in my studio in Harlem and installed on site.

This panel was painted the study of Kim Cattrell who adores monkeys

This staircase was painted for the L.A. Showhouse. It was in the mansion of one of the original Hollywood stars, Mary Pickford. The owners of the house wanted a fantasy piece for their three daughters so we painted flying tigers and portraits of the family’s thee cats all on their way to worship the king frog Bob.

The client wanted a Turner for his dining room in Vero Beach, Florida. The other panels in the room were Turners as well all chosen for their golden tones.