Dig

I like digging holes. I remember when I was a kid and I would dig random holes all over my parents’ yard. Some were a few inches. Others were more ambitious and would be two to three feet. I felt like I was creating art. My mom was a painter. My father was a glass blower. Creating was in our blood.

I saw the removal of dirt as a space art. I was creating something that was an absence.

My parents were supportive of my creativity. They had a showing of my hole art. They invited their other art friends over. I remember William De Kooning looking at a particular series I did called, “The 15 Holes: A Perspective of Nothing” and saying, “It’s brilliant in that it isn’t.”

Gertrude Stein said, “The lad has capabilities that you have to imagine to see.”

Norman Rockwell told me, “I wish I had your talents. It would have saved me hundreds of dollars in paint supplies.”