At the End of the Rainbow

You know what’s at the end of the rainbow — a pot of gold. That’s a brutal way of making reference to my somewhat large tummy, but it rivets the point — we’re a long way from marketing high-end fine art.

What we need is a New York Gallery to accept my work, and for a couple dozen museum curators to competitively bid to acquire some of my works for their collections.

Not much to ask. Continue reading