DRAWING BOSTON

It has been a very long time since I went out in the streets with my pen and drawing pad, and when I look at some of these old sketches of mine, and the work of other artists who go “out there”, I wonder why I don’t do that again. Well, actually I don’t wonder why, because I know why; I am far too comfortable in the studio. But I make myself feel better by believing that it is only a matter of time before I return to the streets.

If I had to point to one event or experience that radically changed my life it would be the 3 days I spent in Boston in November, 1976. I was there for an oncology seminar at the Mass. General hospital, but left the conference after the first hour and never returned. Instead I spent the next 3 days walking all over the city with my pen and sketch book drawing everything and anything that interested me. It is difficult for me to describe all that I felt, but I knew something significant was happening to me and to the way I saw my life and my world. Medicine would no longer reign supreme

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All sketches were done with a Parker 45 fountain pen