Vampires must never live alone. And in New York they don’t. A visible river of imagination, inspiration and vision has long coursed through our city, sustaining, feeding, and feeding off of artists. Artists staying up late together, working alone, in groups, or away from prying eyes. All living interior lives in our midst. From the earliest days of America to today New York has been an extraordinary creative estuary where tens of thousands of artists have lived and worked, struggled and made art here. Some of them are known, most are not. No matter - all had lives lived in art. I often think that we ought to honor our artists by placing plaques on the buildings in which they lived or worked or gathered. These would be silent witnesses to something epic, a creative miracle of almost never ending talent happening all around us all the time. With the amazing database of painter-mapmaker extraordinaire Loren Munk we pay a little tribute to a small number of them here.
