Ewing township — A collection of found objects decorates a wall of my bathroom. Some are mundane parking stubs from Manhattan garages I admired for the stark typography. Others are cards for clubs. My favorites are cards taken from phone booths (remember those?) on my visits to London and Brighton— advertising hookers and taxi cabs. Great copy: ‘New Girls Every Night’, ‘£1 Tequilas’, ‘Luxury bedrooms’… I designed...
Ewing township — Ahhh, my work space, awash with the glow of the screen. I keep a toy robot atop the tower as a reminder to take none of this (art direction) too seriously. -He- can be a bit intimidating but I negated...
Ewing township — You know, some times you just accept. Fo a long time now, since I lost my job as an art director in ’08, money has been non extant. I am even on ‘Obama care’. Pretty much I pay the mortgage and that’s...
Who's That Girl
Brooklyn Bowl Green Room
One Fine Day In August
An Impatient 'Group Hug'
Boniva scoping-out the button quail
The robot keeps watch over me.
Imagined history- If I were alive in 1939 and had a display at the World's Fair.
Fender of an old Grumman panel truck. A whole 'lotta character.
Can I tell you this?
Came home and the cat had hair-balled on my latest work. Totaled.
Sometimes it's not pretty. Sometimes it has parking for your 18-wheeler.
Sometimes it's not what's underneath- it's the stuff they stick on top of it.