A thief of the imagination, TB takes the photographs that we have in our heads. He came to NYC from St. Louis, a teenage East Village Tom Sawyer with a movie already lived that he made up in his head…

If our world is composed of overlapping stimuli which create constant sensory overload, then why should visual art limit itself to any one discipline such as painting, sculpture, print, video or computerized digital images? Is it not true that imagery is inseparable from sound and evolution in time?

I met Taylor Mead in 1989 when we both acted together in a science fiction movie shot in the Hall of Science at the World’s Fair Grounds in Queens. I’d seen his acting in the seventies when I moved to NYC and saw Nude Restaurant, Lonesome Cowboys, Queen of Sheba Meets the Atom Man and… Read more »

Lyle let his engine rattle for a ten count before he killed the ignition and stepped out. The snuffed porch light and the blanket nailed across the apartment window served as warning that he had best signal his arrival

Gripping story of a Viet Nam Vet, a junkie and adjunct professor at a community college in the Bronx in the 1970′s.