This blog is maintained by his children. Look for more posts after we emerge from this delicate period.
His last moments were peaceful. While his last few years were tough and his last months tougher, he lived them with grace and humor and kept coming forward with ways of looking at life and art that only he could generate. He was working on a large Coney Island beach painting that was interrupted by the loss of his sight to macular degeneration. But he would sit in front of it for hours, finding new approaches in his mind, and this gave him endless pleasure. Even in the hospital, his eyes closed, dreaming, speech no longer available to him, he made elegant paint stroke movements with those gnarled hands of his. He was always an artist at play.