One night in 2001, on a visit to New York, I discovered the Art Students League. I was a tourist from Argentina—I had no plans to live in the city. Yet, as soon as I walked in the building, my hands warmed and I felt I belonged there. As I left 57th Street that first…
How to paint the city: Wander around a lot. The more aimless, the better. Buy a good camera and always carry it with you. Take many, many photos. When wandering look for the common, the unexciting, the ordinary. Take note of these scenes knowing that you will make them extraordinary. Look for the contrasts: bright…
His name was Jameson and I kept calling him Jason. His aunt had brought him to work that day, and I met him in one of my multiple trips to the kitchen to get coffee. He was playing with a Gameboy on the floor, while his aunt hustled between her desk phone and her computer….
