From my essay in the London Arts Café, Autumn/Winter 2002, 11th September Issue: "Letter From New York: Returning Home".

"...Returning home, filled with trepidation and wonder, I went to the studio window and looked out at where the towers had been. A thick blanket of luminous smoke rose into the evening sky. Police sirens came from all directions on otherwise deserted streets. Then I turned around and caught sight of the towers glowing against a blue-black sky in my painting. It was changed. What had been personnel no longer seemed so, what had been fanciful, now was fact. Life, it seemed had imitated art...."