Tag Archives: Art

Drawing Churches

I keep dreaming of a screened-in porch with a view of a lake or something, forgetting how much I love to draw buildings. Especially in Brooklyn, the borough of brownstones and churches. Continue reading

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To Die in the Night

Oh, to die in the night…
(first you have to die in the night…)
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Down Down Down

…down-down-down, back into the darkness I went with my paints and brushes. To paint the dark. To see what I’d left behind. Continue reading

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Does the World Need More Paintings?

Does the World Need More Paintings? No. But it might need yours…
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The Dark Light

Last night I dreamed about the Shadow. Continue reading

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Bygone Times

I know we can’t go back, but I do like remembering… Continue reading

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Connections Never Die

Dedicated to the one who once drew me, and I drew back, in my drawings… Continue reading

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On Seeking

The search began when I sat at this desk one morning in 1976… Continue reading

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To Look Within

I write my life to know my life. When I write my life, the inner truth comes out. It’s like when I draw, a barrier disappears. Or fades to the background. And suddenly I’m in touch with this other vibratory field. This other awareness that rises to the surface and makes itself known. Continue reading

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The Truth About Acting

What I learned as an actor should be shouted from the rooftops by every single one of us who has ever trod the boards – that along with the heartbreak that so often comes with a life in the theater, comes the knowledge that we all have in us the possibility of every human thought that has ever been considered. We don’t have to act on it, but we can act it. Play it. Because we know how to play. We know how to imagine “what if.” Continue reading

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