I hope you know I love you when I say this; 9/11 is not a special day, except for those who lost special loved ones. It was just another day that we collided. Another day that war was someone’s answer. I am a man without a country and most New Yorkers and inhabitants of other multi National cities are. We know that most people just want love and anybody of any race is somewhat an asshole, in our own special way. We admire and celebrate each other’s religious holidays and revel in the variety of all the foods, art and fashion we share. Yes, I feel pain and anger about 9/11 too, but no more or less than the pain of knowing about war anywhere else. I can’t find the end of it. We can’t find the first war that brought all wars and pain that passes down through family lines. I do know that we can heal it. If you feel compelled to action because of the death and destruction you witnessed on 9/11 may I suggest an act of love toward the person that it is hardest for you to love. Maybe even a person you hate.

“Why We Collide”
1/11 Limited Edition Prints
5 Giclee Print Panels: 20" x 35.5"
24.25" x 39" framed
$11,000
$13,000 framed

* 20% of proceeds will be donated to the 911 Victims Fund