This entry marks the birth of a new artwork, a new wig in a delicate set of sculptures I first exhibited a year ago. It came to me almost...

The BSP is closing its doors after nearly 20 years of this wonderful endeavor, which was originally housed in the non-profit Brooklyn Art...

It was a glorious Spring day in New England and I was making small talk. "This isn’t blue sky! This is nothing!" burst my neighbor from...

The days before and after my father's funeral in 2019, it was just my eldest brother, me, my daughter, and Mom staying in their house....

It all went according to plan, until a few days after the second celebration when I crumbled like a brittle wafer - actually the effect was