After the events of September 11, 2001 I was moved to write these three poems, two of which honor the three hundred and forty three New York City firefighters who lost their lives, saving the lives of others.
Creating images of New York City since childhood, raised a family in my loft 12 blocks from Ground Zero, lived through the horror and aftermath, photographed several important and tragic personalities intimately involved.
I will never forget the morning of 9/11. I woke up early that day and was enjoying the morning calm before it was time to wake the children and get them ready for school.
My office was on the 25th floor of Rockefeller Center in New York. It faced Saint Patrick's Cathedral. This poem reflects what I saw in the weeks following 9/11
Shortly after my retirement from the fire service --28 years as a firefighter I began a different career as a sculptor. My work has taken me through the use of a variety of media and finally settling on steel works which is my specialty.
"Juxtaposing abstract images and forms against an implied representational concept that invokes a parallel narrative is the definition of abstract narrative painting.
The original painting was acrylic medium on 24" x 36" canvas board. The scene captures a sight well known to the artist from the Brooklyn Promenade looking west to the Manhattan akyline.
