posted: June 29, 2009

It's a cold winter day on a side street heading west. The puddles have a thin shell of ice and there's a  dusting of powdery snow on the sidewalks. Some frost collects on the rubbish filling Bernard's little shack.

Bernard is crushed every evening when the Super crams the building's trash in his cubby, and is not released until daybreak by Sid and Strange, who man the garbage truck.

The daily harvest of crud has grown with the new crop of residents who have moved into the building. The mountain of detritus of these bored and boring snobs -- twice-worn shoes, boxes from J Crew and Fresh Direct, last year's yoga mats -- piles up around Bernard more than ever before.

Trapped and released and trapped again in his garbage heap every day, Bernard can't take it any more.

posted: June 22, 2009

The water beast, Hydra, guarding the entrance to the Underworld in lower Manhattan awaits Hercules: "Bring it on, big guy!"

posted: June 19, 2009

Today's technology is playing an amazing role in Iran this week, providing the people a platform for organizing rallies and getting the word (and pictures) out to the world. It looks like the power structure of governments and their relationship to the people is shifting right in front of our eyes.

posted: June 15, 2009

Here are some painted portraits I've done in recent weeks for The Wall St Journal -- it's not all woodcut all the time!

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