In 1969, shortly after I’d become hooked on filmmaking, Gerry Matthews, a New York actor-friend, tossed me an irresistible proposition: that we shoot a documentary short about his actress-wife, Freddie Weber’s return to Beardstown, IL, for her High School reunion. What follows is a brief account of yet another unexpected journey, and of lessons learned – especially about listening. We went to Beardstown with a pair of 16mm Arriflex cameras, where we shot 4 hours of grainy B&W – to obviate the need to light Continue reading →

Leonard Starr, and the Ultimate Cool

In the wake of the recent death of artist/writer Leonard Starr, my closest friend and longtime studio-mate during my illustrator-career, an unforgettable, eminently character-defining anecdote comes to mind. It happened when Leonard and his wife moved from Manhattan to suburban Westport, Connecticut. There, they had purchased a home which like so many others in that artist-colony town sat amid several hilly acres of woods. Woods so dense, and the terrain so uneven that, often, houses on adjoining properties were not visible. Such was the case Continue reading →

Swift, bloody, violent — and completely unmoving.

(SPOILER ALERT: If you’ve never seen PSYCHO, this may ruin some of the surprises for you.) Something that I love about the internet is the democratization of music, video, and writing.  Anyone can attain a global audience, especially if they create something noteworthy.  There’s a lot of stuff out there, and some of it is extraordinary. And the rest of it?  Ordinary. Or worse. Now, I love noir fiction.  Charles Willeford is a favorite author.  So is Horace McCoy, David Goodis, Cornell Woolrich, and Donald Westlake (especially when he wrote Continue reading →

A little of my . . .

I’ve been thinking a lot about writing lately. Not about writing a book or novel, per say, just writing in general. What makes a person want to sit down and put pen to paper or fingers to keyboard and pour their heart out? What makes someone not just pour their heart out, but then be vulnerable enough to let someone else read it and critique whether it is good or not? For good or for bad, this is what I have been pondering lately and Continue reading →