I’ve written myself into a corner and the smell of my burning brain is putrid. (Clock rollback time) Without the marvel of a lit cigarette in an ashtray simultaneously racing the smoke from the one dangling from my mouth to the ceiling, both pacifiers serving me well as indulgent crutches for more than fifteen years….
In my Thursday, August 2, 2012 post titled “The Faceless Paintings,” I called attention to what I thought was fact regarding our artist Tibor Jankay having never sold a painting in his lifetime. For those of you who read the story, you may recall he regarded his paintings as family. You may also recall how…
This “white paper” was stimulated by an actor’s comments having to do with the Harvey and Catherine Kalmenson work ethic. The actor in question has known the two of us for many, many years. With an all-knowing sinister look decorating his very well known countenance, he extended his hand to mine, gripped it firmly, and…
Yesterday was over fifty years ago. Two paintings that hang in the entry of our home act as my constant memory of a past lived by two people whose love was the force that allowed them to survive the depths of human indignity. Whole families disappeared from neighborhoods. Driven by desperation, their will to survive…