For years, my wife has been in pursuit of the perfect hamburger. While a lot of carnivores share this quest, it should be noted that Mrs. Pincus has kept a strictly kosher diet for over forty years. Eating kosher meat within the privacy of one’s home is a fairly easy task. At one time, a …
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But today there is no day or night, Today there is no dark or light, Today there is no black or white, Only shades of gray. My wife and I are avid accumulators. Our house is an interesting amalgam of pop culture pieces from our youth and antiquities that predate even our parents’ childhoods. Don’t …
This week’s Illustration Friday word suggestion is “intention”. I’m pretty sure my dad’s intentions were good, but he had his own quirky method of making them known. My father followed an old-time, though slightly skewed, set of ethics. He was a hard worker and blindly devoted to the company he worked for no matter how …
I’ve made it pretty clear that my wife and I visit casinos a lot. Okay… maybe a little more that “a lot”. The Waterfront Buffet at Harrah’s Resort in Atlantic City is a great place to eat. That fact that it is connected to a casino and, due to my wife’s shall we say …
This week’s Illustration Friday challenge word is “fluid”. No matter what anyone says, Andres Serrano is an artist in every sense of the word (or at least by Andy Warhol‘s definition). Like Ansel Adams, his medium of choice is photography and he photographs ordinary subjects in an artful fashion. Unlike Adams, Serrano finds beauty in …
When my parents gave me my first box of crayons and a blank drawing pad, they had no idea I would turn it into a career. I majored in art in high school and attended a vocational art school after spending a year in the retail world and realizing that I was better suited for …
This week’s Illustration Friday challenge word is “highlight”. When I was a kid in the early 1960s, a trip to the family doctor was a dreaded thing. I did my best to hide every sniffle or stomachache, lest I be subjected to some poking and prodding from that creepy, bespectacled guy with the stethoscope around …
My mother’s parents ran an antique store not far from their home at Fourth and Spruce Streets in Philadelphia. In the summer months, they operated a bath house on the boardwalk in the seaside resort of Wildwood, New Jersey. In addition, eighteen years separated my mother from her oldest sibling. Needless to say, “family time” was a rare …
This week’s Illustration Friday inspirational word is “silent”. “Now hurry down, baby she’s the hippest street in town!” – South Street by The Orlons (1963) The Orlons sure knew what they were talking about in their 1963 hit “South Street”. By the time I started hanging out on Philadelphia’s South Street in the 70s, it was …
I have ranted… I mean, related many anecdotes from my nearly thirty years as a professional artist. There’s one story that I have told numerous times, but have never put into print… until now. I was employed for almost five years in the advertising department at the main headquarters of a major after-market auto parts retailer whose …
