54th and Bayfront, below, is a big -- 48" square -- painting I made back in 1995, from an image I'd had in my mind for years by then.
I still have this restless energy in my work, and the love of color, and the horse as a symbol for all the conflicting power/motion/fear/courage involved in building a life.
Strange but true: at one time I wanted to destroy this piece. In 1998 a good friend of mine plucked it out of the dumpster where I had tossed it. Want to hear the whole story? It'll be part of my talk at Robbin Gallery this Sunday, the 23rd, at 5:00 p.m. Hope to see you all there.