The Beautifically Tragic

I think now is the time to reveal some deep dark secret about myself that, I believe forces me to search for an ultimate truth, a pure beauty. I've lived 38 years on this earth and no matter how much I suffered in my pursuits for the sublime, the people around me suffered more. It is just now, after 23 years of a kind if overwhelming selfish narcissim that I fueled continuously with a myriad of dangerous, illegal drugs and limitless alcohol, that I woke up to really begin my search. I'm looking for . . . I can't answer that yet. But with the help of those who might read this blog and contact me with stories of their dizzying highs or their terrifying lows or even their calm and steady middles, I know I'll find what I'm looking for. What other choice do I have?

My Introduction into the World of Wikimetro

This might make sense to some but to most, probably not! The random number is 65355>

My Search is Not Yet Complete - But I Need Your Help

I've decided to do some new things and present some new ideas in my blog this year that, I hope, will not only allow me the freedom to persist in my (hopefully) thoughtful rantings, but also encourage others to contribute their thoughts and feelings too.

I am not afraid to admit that I need you. I require constant human interaction and the exchange of ideas and emotions. It ultimately becomes these experiences that help me in my never-ending search for the meaning in the meaningless; for hope in the hopeless, and for love in the loveless.

It is the eternal mystery that envelopes Art and Life that forces me to peek when it might be safer to avert my eyes. So let's take a look together.

This evenings reflections may seem a bit arcane, but if you're willing to trust me, it's only going to get better. For both you and me. So I am asking . . . please send me your comments, your concerns, your worries and your fears. But I also want to hear about your good times and about the little things that make you smile.

Must Life & Art Always Be So Tragic?

It's been months now since my last post and I deeply regret that I have wasted so very much time. Sometimes, the things you love are the first things you toss aside when the road gets a little bumpy, and I'm certainly not limiting this to art but also to friends, family, etc.

It's a sad truth, but after months of soul searching, emotional debate and inner turmoil, I've come to the realization that the things we love in life ARE WHAT REALLY MATTER. Family, friends, art, music, literature, ice hockey, whatever it may be. And it is not for me to question your happiness nor is it for you to question mine.

There will be a lot more entries being posted on a regular basis from tonight forward, and I just hope that there is some slim chance people are actually interested in reading them.

INFUSION: Emerging Artist Exhibition

Tonight's exhibition, called INFUSION, organized by myself and my dear friend Francesca Arcilesi of Francesca Arcilesi Fine Art, was more of a success than I dreamed it could ever be.  And not because million dollar pieces were sold, but because it defined on so many levels what art is all about.  New, emerging artists, some never having shown before, side by side with some of the most renowned figures in today's art world, all there for one reason - to learn, laugh, love and appreciate the creative spirit.

The huge crowd attests to the fact that art IS important and that it CAN make a difference, even if it's just for one night.  My ultimate goal in organizing this event was to expose new art to new people, and that is just what happened.  A few sales were made along the way, which always helps, but it is the coming together of so many different kinds of people and so many different styles of art that made it so intriguing.

Due to the overwhelmingly positive response to this show, another will be upcoming soon, so please keep reading for further details.  

Thanks again to all who made tonight's event possible, especially Francesca Arcilesi, Steve Zolin, George Prelock, the crew at 814 Broadway and my partner, Steven Siquiera, without whose love and support I could not have made it though.  

I hope to see you all in a couple of months!  

Long Time Gone

I have to apologize to all those artists and art lovers out there who contacted me some months ago. I have been absorbed by multiple familial crises that have dominated my time and my energies.


However, as things settle down and return to normal, whatever that may be, I am once again able to devote myself to what I truly love.


So count on new and exciting additions to my community of emerging artists and don't be afraid to communicate your thoughts and feelings.


Life is so short and yet so full of possibility. Don't waste a moment of it. Love yourself and what you do.

CHELSEA Art Tour

I visisted a few galleries in Chelsea yesterday and was amazed by a couple fo things. First, I was surprised at how different attitudes can be of the people who work galleries. I went from one where they refused to acknowledge my existence, even after a cheery "Hello" from me, and to another where I became engaged in a remarkable conversation with a woman who really seemed to care about art and what she was doing.

I dont mind saying that the Gallery I most enjoyed and where I experienced this kind treatment was monkdogz urban art at 547 West 27th Street. Their current show, although a mixture of many different looks, is exciting in that it feels original and new. Works by David Novak, Steve Reinhart and my personal favorite, Jean Marc Calvet, hung in a great, though small, space with a great aura. I absolutely recommend a visit.

Paul Kasmin Gallery is worth seeing for the show, Deborah Kass, but not for the people who haunt the gallery and don't give visitors a second look.

Finally, the work of Anil Revri at Sundaram Taggore Gallery, is also worth a look. Intricate and subtle geometric abstractions force the viewer to contemplate the possibilty of other planes of existence.