Tag: robert beck

"I painted the people as a mass, but each was a story. Wives and husbands trying to protect their families, trying to survive."

In accordance with the Law of Best Laid Plans, the store got slammed with customers while I was there.

The garden section of Verdi Square (Broadway, Amsterdam and W. 73) is a refuge from the snarl and claw of the city.

It was clear halfway through my tour that whatever my depiction, it had to have Mr. Salomon in it.

The last time I took the 1, an upstanding citizen drove his motorcycle into the subway car. Why was he taking the train?

The space expands and lightens your being. You immediately lose seven pounds.

If you are going to acquire art, it should be something that puts your head in a place you want it to be.

A woman and her granddaughter stopped in. The girl ended up having a first lesson. Now she can knit.

One can have dinner and then walk across the room to their seat for a performance.

A used book store is a rescue mission. They have what showed up at the door.

I wanted to paint in Gale Brewer’s office.

The doorman on Central Park West was positioned in front of the entrance, shaded by the awning, dressed for another century.

Black & white has determination. It comes in the door with an edge, talking tough in a fedora.

I can’t imagine living there for forty-some years after such a horrendous loss.

The sun is still low, and the cast shadows would sweep like the hands of a clock.

It’s called Verdi Square, but it’s not square.

The big snowstorm is still out there. We are going to get walloped. Don’t say I didn’t tell you.

Many WSR readers were supportive of my quest for a new studio, and I want to thank all of you for your encouragement.

Hot dog eaters prefer their excess in multiples.

Before the pandemic, one of the restaurants in my regular rotation was Cassis, near 70th on Columbus.