It's spectacular experiencing New York again after a few years in Mexico. The best way to picture the contrast of the different images is to  imagine yourself in a Chelsea warehousegallery.  The images are displayed as enormous floor to ceiling  prints. As you turn  from wall to wall you can experience the organized chaos of both worlds - all in →

ZARRA My first car was a 1956 VW bug that had once been light blue.  I could tell because the almost totally white exterior showed traces of the original color in 1968 when my father proudly handed me the keys.  I loved her.  Her memory brings back the smell of the exhaust heater - a kind of pipe running directly to →

I notice some leaves need raking as I walk silently around the backyard of the decrepit but stately property in White Plains. Trying to leave my father’s house, feeling extreme discomfort and anxiety - yet unable to break away from looking one last time through the cabinets in the living room. Like a child finding treasures, hidden in the back →