I was working in a high rise at 6 am the morning of 9/11 on a service door just off the main lobby. I heard a commotion and went to check it out. Someone said a plane had hit the World Trade Center. We didn't realize it was an attack and so things quieted down and I went back to work thinking I would catch the news later. Well it wasn't long and all hell broke loose when the second plane hit, an obvious attack so we were all glued to a small TV.
In my studio, at the time, I was working on a big canvas with shapes I was going to collage. Every day I would just go and stare at that canvas not able to think of anything but 9/11. Two weeks after the attack I attacked that canvas with a one inch brush and at the end of the day I had transformed it into my "9/11", five feet wide and seven feet tall. I titled it "Eye Witness" because we all became eye witness through our TV sets every day for weeks after. The painting hung in down town Tempe for the six months after the attack. It hung there N.F.S. (not for sale).
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