And the ‘Beat’ is gone. Fairwell Glen O’Brian.

Some people like to capitalize on the passing of an Iconic figure and have no problem collecting a check at the end of the day.
My intention of this post is only to shead some kind of light on a very unique situation I find myself in once again. Creating a work of art that nobody could ever do because of my intention in the beginning. And then the work of art becomes a sort of memorial to something or somebody?
I don’t know how this happens because I’m not thinking about anything finite about the subject?
I’m just as shocked as anybody who knew just how important Mr. O’Brian’s injection of Downtown Culture with Uptown panache was/is to New York City and beyond for those who read certain cultural magazines to find their own personal style within the pages.
I wish I were able to give you this painting the last time I saw you walking on Lafayette Street with a small boy in toe a few years back. Continue reading “And the ‘Beat’ is gone. Fairwell Glen O’Brian.”