I was born in 1946 and grew up in West Hartford, Connecticut. An evocative time and place. From around 1964 to 1968, when I was around eighteen to twenty-two years old, I would often spend much of a night and the following morning— sometimes till dawn—creating either a dream-like picture or a dream-like prose poem (which my friends and I called a ‘story’). Sometimes my friends would also produce stories, but not often pictures. I never again did anything like that after 1968.

I did not want to burden any of these pictures and stories with a title, official description or signature. Each just is what it is.