After museum on Friday, I waited for all the students to leave before asking Frank to have dinner along with Rebekha. Happy that he said yes. I always love walking w Frank back to his home downtown from the Museum or the Park as we had done countless times over the years. Went picked up the car from garage. Knew better than parking at the MET which would charge an arm and a leg. I knew the ride downtown would be the only time we would have together. Ines said they no lo

There is no one I love more than Frank. In the refugee camp Indian Town Gap PA, when I first learned to ride my bike and gained my freedom by riding all over the camp to be freed from having to deliver mail by walking, I just wanted to get away from my father as far as possible. Frank was no difference. Just like my father, Frank had given me so much. But Frank gives not just to me but to everyone. This is how much he believes in the principles. Because there is nothing

Abstract expressionists would pass this exercise on to the next generation just as my teacher had done for me. It is the best way to kick start day 1 of the journey of mark making enabling the playing with paint with maximum freedom and joy. Black paint is easy to use. A house paint brush is very cheap. Any paper would be fine. Early abstractionists would use discarded telephone books. The rule is simple to make different variations while trying to keep the 4 corners of

I invited Frank over to critique my first batch of oil paintings. I knew I couldn't go any further without deep diving into the question of contents. To paint without contents is like throwing a strand of noodle against the wall and hopes that it will stick. It's no fun without contents. Everything becomes random. Nothing matters. I didn't know what Frank was going to say. When I saw how deeply Frank was gazing at the majestic trees and the few fluttering leaves of ear