In 1998, my wife and I packed up all of our posessions (and the cat) and moved to San Diego, CA without ever having been there. It's a long story, (one I plan to tell in my long awaited memoir "What the $%#@ Are We Doing? AAAARRRRGGGHHH!", coming out soon from Masochistic Moron Press). Two weeks later we returned -- homeless, jobless, penniless...joyless, clueless, hpeless...a whole lot of lesses, and lessons.
But on returning, as I mounted the skyway on a trip to see my grandmother in the Elmwood Village, I made a vow to myself that I would never let Buffalo push me away again. Rather, I would dig in and make this city, warts and all, mine.
Ah, youth. That was over a decade ago and, frankly, I've been a little slow with the revolution. Of course, in those days I saw myself as a future novelist. It would be four years before I began a new tangent with printmaking. I've been a lot more successful with the printmaking.
But, despite it's faults, I'll always be committed to Buffalo, particularly it's architecture and design (yeah, yeah, the people are great, blah blah). So here are a few prints of local flavor.
#1 Here is "Buffalo Breeze," a print I designed for my friend Jim Tamol, former Blasdell resident gone all Floridian, to celebrate the purchase of a new sailboat. Unfortunately, I can never remember his address, and though I have had a copy all wrapped and ready to mail to him for three years, this is the first time he's ever seen it. So there it is, Jimmy! Pick it up on your next pass thru town!
#2, of course, is Frank Lloyd Wright's Darwin Martin House, which is finally reopened for tourism.