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'Say Goodbye, My Coney Island Baby', 2006
'Say Goodbye My Coney Island Baby' (left side), 2006 Painting On Handmade Paper On Wood 6' X 8'x 5'
Cyclone, 2006 Paint On Handmade Paper 16" X 20"
Meet Me Under the Lemon, 2008 Handmade Paper, Mixed Media 15" X 15" X 17"
Meet Me Under the Lemon (detail), 2008 Handmade Paper, Mixed Media
Orange Street, 2005 Handmade Paper, Steel 13' X 14"X 12"
Jersey Tomatoes, 2005 Handmade Paper, Steel, Mixed Media 9'x 12'x 15"
Corsay and Blum, 2004 Handmade Paper, Steel, Mixed Media 9" X 12" X 16"
Jumbo's, 2006 Paint On Handmad Paper 17' X 22"
Kings of Halsey St., 2005 Paint On Handmade Paper 37" X 29"
Bridge Art, 2002 Handmade Paper, Steel, Mixed Media 47"X 17" X 18"
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bookarts, mixed-media, sculpture


 There are places I remember 

All my life, though some have changed 

Some forever not for better 

Some have gone and some remain....... 

                John Lennon 1963


        Each of us carries a set of memories inherent to various points in our lives. The experience of memory can so often be provoked by numerous factors. The subject matter which I am interested is twofold. First, the idea of place as a reservoir for memory and second, a call for the preservation of the history embodied within the physical structure.

        The house that one grew up in, the corner deli, the old movie theater, the amusement park, the grammar school building, that favorite street corner, etc. These places play a significant role in a society's daily functions, places where memories are created, shared and relived. Many of these are now in the process of slowly disintegrating; giving way to the upheaval of mass construction. Often these structures can evoke a viewer's emotional and psychological response; returning one back to a cherished moment.

 The destruction of "the old" and the consequence toward memory may be a severed connection to a past worth revisiting. The transformed environment can no longer be considered an extension of the self; and once it has been compromised, the deterioration of the attached memory will begin to take effect. To neglect the place where our most treasured memories originate would be to deny part of ones identity itself. My work is currently driven as a direct result of the continuous over development which continues in infringe upon our immediate surroundings. No single location, nor its attached memory, whether it is centered in the suburbs, open land or that of an established city, is safe from the developers plan.