09/11/2026
When you study a face in order to paint a likeness, it is an intimate process. You. Alone. A blank canvas, and only snapshots of a person you never knew, but somehow it feels as if you do.
This is a portrait burned in my memory. It was commissioned by a sister, needing a significant remembrance of her brother, the place he worked, and a father who had taken them sailing on the Hudson River.
He was at work on September 11, 2001 and lost his life when the towers fell. I didn't know him but I know his face. It has made personal to me every person who died on that day. Each one had a face known by those who loved them. Their deaths mattered. They still matter. They are missed and remembered. May we never forget.
"In Memory of Alex"