Lost and found parrot.

“Sonny” Oil painting on primed wood. 18 x 14 inches. 2014

Back in 1985 there was a parrot of some sort in our back garden in Jersey City. My daughter Liza and i peered at it from our bathroom window. It was wandering all over the garden. We wondered how we could catch it. I thought for awhile then remembered someone in a movie catching a bird with a cage and a line of seeds. I got an old milk crate and crept out and proped it up with a stick  running a string through the bathroom window. Then I ran a line of sunflower seeds to the trap.

Liza and I watched through the bathroom window. Sure enough along came the parrot and gobbled up the seeds and stood eating the pile under the crate. I gave Liza the signal she pulled the string and whamo! we had a parrot.

We took it indoors. I inspected it and it was half bald like a plucked chicken. We took it to a pet store and was told it was a Nado Kano-or a kind of parrot from Australia. They flew in flocks. Could not be taught to talk and had a habit of plucking out their feathers.

I asked Liza what she would like to call him/her , pet store could not say what sex it was, she said well as we used sunflower seeds to catch it, lets call it Sunny. It lived with us for many years. All it did was squawk. He/she comes to mind now and again and pops up in paintings. Here is Sunny looking quizzical.

Ruby in Her Tutu


“Ruby in her Tutu” 10″ x 16″

My granddaughter goes to ballet classes. Fortunately, this does not involve driving anywhere as the dance studio” Twin Rivers Dance Studio, Easton Pa” is next door to my own studio.

This is her third year. Each year she is in a ballet show at Lafayette university. Last year, it was “Sleeping Beauty”. It is beautiful to go each year and see the changes and improvement. She comes on stage with all the other butterflies that flit across the stage. I can see how Degas was fascinated with the ballet. It is all so graceful and full of expression through pantomime.

Here is a work portraying my granddaughter. Ruby is back stage with her Grandpa painting her and her brother is watching her from the painting I am working on. Recording her in her tutu will trigger great memories for her later in life.


Cherry Tree

" The cherry tree " 2014  o/c
” The cherry tree ” 2014 o/c

Across the street from one of my studio windows stands a cherry tree on property owned by a church. My drawing table is by the window and I watch the cherry tree go through the seasons.

Right now the leaves are a moth eaten red. They show the wear  and tear of a long hot summer. Soon the leaves will disappear. The branches will stand bare. The snow will cling to them at times and they will  draw their white lines against the red brick of the church wall.

In the spring, the cherry tree springs into flower of a deep embracing pink. Springtime is when the tree is at it’s peak of interest attracting both  bees and passersby –  and me from from my studio. I watch it go through it’s changes, all are beautiful. Soon, it will stand naked in the winter snow and I shall watch it from my studio – warm and watching.