I grew up in Sea Gate, Brooklyn which was very close to Coney Island. My mother was an Ab Ex painter, and my father was a photographer, so the conversations about art were ongoing, and prolific. I spent a great deal of time in Coney Island with my friends, which was an amusement park area in steep decline. This experience had a salutary and long-lasting effect on my aesthetic leanings. The vivid colors, and the decay of Coney Island created an entry point for me in reflecting the dark side of childhood. I have tried in vain, to escape this past, but it has been impossible to ignore. So now, I embrace it with a newfound acceptance of strange remorse and alacrity.