Fine Art

Saw an old man posing in a second story window facing out on Flatbush Avenue. He reminded me of a naked Walt Whitman. Set up my small painting studio at frost and on my wander over bridges to shoot Manhattan, I saw this bit of street art which made me drop my pack and pull out the still camera. I think its on Kent by the water in Williamsburgh.

The Queen, The Prince, and The Fool

Spring and the little flowers start to bloom all over. Sometimes the rational side of our minds has no idea what the crazy, dream making, creative side is up to. But long ago those pagans gave us a day (today) in which to let the old mind unify in a happy, jokey, festival of foolishness. Remember the fool is always the wisest one in Shakespeare. Speaking of The Bard, there’s a nice post on a blog called Bardbox about an old video of mine: My Dinner With André The Giant.