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I was born at ST. Vincent`s Hospital in Greenwich Village to DeWolfe and Grace Hotchkiss on December 23, 1945.
A year later my parents moved to Sherman , a small town in western Connecticut. I went to a small grade school of about 100 students from 1st to 8th grade. We were abit isolated, we didn`t have a television until I was in seventh grade and then we only received one channel. Other than hanging around various dairy farms when not in school, I spent most of my time wandering around the woods with a dog or cat for company.
I went to high school in Kent CT. for two years, but my last name was Hotchkiss was the name of a rival school. Because of that and the fact that I was a niave country kid I was the subject of more than my share of heckeling and abuse. I asked my parents to take me out of there and they eventually complied. I finished up my secondary schooling at Mount Vernon H.S. in Queens N.Y. I then attended the University of Conneticut, but dropped out after my first semester. Apparently my mind was elsewhere.
I spent a couple year in Venice and Santa Monica CA. taking in the hippy experience. Then I spent a summer at the Esalon Institute in Big Sur. Then I headed back east and for most of the next five years I lived in Gaylordsville CT. working in my parents store The Basket Shop, a old fashioned roadside gas/gift shop. But eventually my wanderlust picked up again and I moved to Torrington CT, Waterbury CT, and New Haven Ct, all of which were defunct mill towns at the time. Then on to Providence RI., Boston, Long Island City, San Francisco, and Chicago. I was a rolling stone, living in over 50 different places such as rooming houses, cheap hotels, YMCA`s, and other inexpensive places. I had about the same number of jobs; day labor, factory, janitorial, and other bottom of the rung work.
I was a restless soul with a raw curiosity about life. I didn`t know exactly what I was seeking; I simply knew that I craved new places and experiences!
I dabbled in art in my teen years by sketching and doing watercolors. But in my late teens,20`s and early 30`s I pretty much abandoned my pursuit of art. Then in a rooming house on Valencia St. in San Francisco I began doing watercolors again. I kept the theme alive, eventually moving from watercolors to oils, I`ve continued to do abstract oils ever since.
My father was my inspiration to become an artist. He was a fine artist who worked in oils and watercolors, and had a wonderful studio which I visited often. I observed him painting, his paintings on the walls, and I often thumbed through his collection of great art books. I became keenly aware of visual expression; either intentional or unintentional as expressed in all things in the visual world around us. I am intrigued by why certain things are attractive to me and other things are not. To me there is something mystical about intuitive facility. I can`t explain them but I find I use them all the time. I enjoy using my intuitive side to express myself in my abstract artistic endeavors.
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