Poor old Knox Martin

I liked this mural on the west side highway before I even knew he was my undergrad professors mentor at Yale. We’ve even hung out with him over at George Parrino’s annual parties where he took quite a liking to Amanda and sang her songs, asking her to be his home nurse. Can’t blame the guy for trying. Like everything else in Manhattan, real estate has fucked up something perfect.

Not many people get to have something like this on their website -

“You are my mentor.  For years, I always asked, what would Knox think of my painting?”

- Bob Rauschenberg