from my fire escape

Pouring up through amber haze like the shattered gaze of diamonds, the 9/11 lights pass across the night to pierce and nuzzle clouds.

Sphinx & Death

I only did a few things about 9/11. Always the Sphinx was there.

Death retrospective

For several decades I have been doing work about death. He is personified as a skeleton, usually with one arm and one wing. Doing these always cheers me up. Often it is an image done on a particular day with allusions to that day (Valentines, New Years, after 9/11). Sometimes he is an alter Wolff who goes out and extemes whatever I might be feeling or thinking. And then, often, he is funny and/or contemplative. In the above (First Snow) he is joined by two objects that were in my studio (large glass jar & toy copy of old gun) in his bemused immersion in the weather.

This one was done a few days after 9/11 and includes another reoccurring character, the Sphinx: