On Tuesday, that scary bump on the subway came at the exact moment a tall man sneezed violently. By the time I got to the last few steps to exit the 23rd Street station, I felt a different kind of ache in my legs. It has been nearly a year since I closed and reopened. Maybe I’m just out of shape.

The security gates along the row of stores to my gallery still sat tight against the blackened dots of forgotten sidewalk gum. I wondered how many gates will rise to a new day this week. As I passed, a…

I walked, must have been just a half-mile, with a couple of DVDs to the post office. I live in NYC. The street was empty with a few others here and there sadly masked, but out on similar, mildly essential tasks.

It was a year ago that I kept seeing red-tail planes when out and about. Every time I looked up, over and over, there was one of them. I had to stop my day and write it out to think. What was this subconscious taunt on top of the evidence of my senses? I managed a little of the…

Toward the end of 2018 and into 2019 in New York City during blue sky days, several planes with red tails would catch my attention. I watched them slide above the city, unable to avert my eyes, and it went on for months. Was this more than coincidental? I did what any curious person would do in this situation; I Googled it. The universe answered. People photograph, collect and share tail images. The phrase “red-tail plane” yielded a loyal constituency sharing photos of the tails and planes of the entire airline industry. Each tail is captured and graphically consolidated into…

  1. Believe none of what you read.
  2. Believe only half of what you see.

It will help. If you’re looking for the truth. Walk on your street, ask yourself what you see and ask others what they see and start putting some ‘halves” together.

The title reads “Birds of a Feather” written about a century ago.

On August 23, 2016, it suddenly became necessary for me to consider recent experiences and feelings. The question was why is the lead story on the radio, the last several Sunday mornings, and nearly every evening news broadcast, and newspaper always seem to be about Donald Trump? A man seeking to become the 45th President of the United States.

I put “Hillary Clinton” into the Google Search engine and got 145,000,000 results (0.62 seconds) and for “Donald Trump” I got 235,000,000 results (0.53 seconds). A more refined search reveals that most of it originates in the networks and prestige print…

This morning, NPR’s “On the Media” show (11 June 2016) began with a focus on the democratic process in the United States and our capacity to share information instantly as problematic. While the show starts with a sensitivity to political information and procedures, it ends with a description of the most serious threat to the value of the information I have ever known, so I wrote this letter.

An Open Letter to the German People

Something bad is happening to my country, please help me, help us all. In all the places of the world when a bad thing happened…

Dear Senator Sanders;

I wrote this letter in May 2016 to clear my mind on why you were so important to me and how painful it was to know how right you are about the state of our country. When you left the race this year, in 2019 in the midst of the nation’s first major health crisis, I remembered what I wrote and knew if you read it today you would understand why writing it then is important now.

The complaints of the progressives and the democratic socialists regarding the arrogant superficiality of wealth do not alter the ability…

Rex Curry

I write to stay grounded. I live in NYC.

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