A Canadian-Greek nomad

I am never sure about being finished. Paintings need time to ripen.

My old friend Ed

After some years of loosing each other, a woman caring for Ed in a facility in Gardner, Ma. notified me and asked if I am who she thought I might be. Wow. Ed is one of the dearest people I ever met. We met in the Pittsfield Correctional Institute in the late 60's. We have encouraged each other's painting ever since. Life can be so good, thanks to Ed's daughter, Isabel.

A very nice woman from Worthington