The year that wasn’t is almost over When I wrote my first “pandemic letter” on March 26th, we were just about 2 weeks into the statewide ‘pause NY’ and although we had some dark premonitions, we could not imagine how long we would have to deal with this crisis and how many people would eventually die from Covid-19. The year was long and passed very fast. I felt compelled to shift my attention to the unhealthy developments in our society and some of the new work reflects that

The Summer of our Discontent I borrowed that line, of course from John Steinbeck’s last novel “The Winter of our Discontent” and like in Steinbeck’s novel our current reality has to do with corruption and corruptibility. I have never been a political artist, nor do I believe in activist or political art, but I am an observer of reality, and I try to transcend what I am observing, crystallizing it into form. Reality is always a challenge for an artist, the process of observing

“The pandemic will pass, life will go on for most of us, but some things will most probably change for good. There’s no way of predicting where this will lead to, only that we have to answer to the challenge of our humanity“. I wrote this when we were just 3 weeks into a crisis which turned out to last more than 3 months - and is still going on - before another murder of an unarmed African American man, George Floyd, by a police officer raised the level of consciousness about

Yesterday it was March 5th and today is May 17th, it seems to me that the past two and a half months have passed in a blink of an eye, not that I needed any proof for it, but it shows me once again that perception of time is highly subjective. It is not that nothing has happened in the world - quite to the contrary - but I was only marginally involved, mostly through social media phone calls and e-mails, not counting our grand total of 4 grocery shopping trips, I have seen a