Ninety-five years is a long time to be in conversation with the world, but that’s what painting is — an ongoing dialogue. Some of his early works from the 1950s still hang near the new ones, and the conversation continues between them.

What I see most now is gratitude — not for what’s finished, but for what’s still possible. There’s something profoundly hopeful about that: to still be learning from your own hand, your own color, your own questions. Today isn’t about milestones or retrospectives. It’s about presence — being here, paint still drying, ideas still forming, the work still alive.

Studio Notes

The real gift of today is realizing that creative life isn’t a chapter — it’s a continuum. Ninety-five years of seeing, feeling, and translating the world through paint is more than an achievement; it’s a way of being.

I’m grateful to still be part of that story — watching him work, listening for the silence that turns into a line, the gesture that becomes a life.

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