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simon levenson
09-13-2001, 01:59 PM
I am not sure what to say. I painted this today but my heart is broken. So many sirens driving by. No one speaking. Crazy homeless, now are the only steady element in the park. People are trying to work and be normal but I tell you it is rough. We will overcome but it will be in a new world. Thanks to everyone here for your love.
I know it is not finished but it is the best I could do in the lighted time.

09-13-2001, 02:52 PM
good painting, hope it helped to do
my heart goes out to you
take care

09-13-2001, 03:01 PM
this is a finished painting, I think ...

raw is called for.

thanks for posting,

simon levenson
09-13-2001, 03:32 PM
hey folks i am feeling somewhat better now, thanks again

09-13-2001, 04:07 PM
I think you portrayed the feeling of sadness very well in this painting. The people look lost and without direction, almost floating. The colors, though beautiful are muted, except for that slash of red in the center.
I like this painting.
I would like to see more.

09-13-2001, 07:38 PM
Simon...I called myself well when I thought I would love everything you do...this piece is done...and wonderful...

I thought of you...and hoped you were aok...
hope all others in NYC (and from here) are ok too...
spoke to my family and friends there...
so far, ok...


09-13-2001, 10:14 PM
my heart goes out to all the people that live in NY and you doing this it shows the life and no that ever were there.
thanks for sharing your feelings and may the angels be with you .
from Seattle

09-14-2001, 12:22 AM
Great piece, Simon.

Glad you are OK.

09-14-2001, 12:28 AM
Simon, great painting. Happy to know you are well!

Incredible tragedy.

I always pray and wish safety to our relatives and friends in Israel and now I do for our friends in New York and for us all ...never thought anything like this horror could be possible in USA.

Pure sorrow.


09-14-2001, 02:26 AM
spooky and fresh
very fitting for this time .
mostly it is a nice painting with loose forms and tight feelings.

09-14-2001, 06:03 AM
Don't touch it! It's finished... Time has stopped. It will be difficult to heal.


09-14-2001, 11:41 AM
Very Painterly!
Well done. You've managed to paint a dark sunny day and that is no small accomplishment.
Gald you're o.k.

09-14-2001, 12:43 PM
Very strong painting.
I've been very restless the last couple of days. Feel my heart is there instead of here.
You're not alone, for what it's worth.


09-15-2001, 02:33 AM
It is late and this is the first time I had to look.
That new feel of paint is very evident but I know there is no voice behind this yet.
I am waiting to see what the oilsticks will bring. (I hate it that it makes the work downtown hard, but the cleaner air is such a blessing. Breathing in and out safely makes a difference.)

You are finding a way to put it all to work. Your efforts at telling the tale about what you are living and seeing are bound to pay off. You are getting the vocabulary for an encyclopaedia of artistic tales to tell.

I wanted to tell you that the church where jesus parks his cross up here has a full campground of better quality tents and the usual cardboard. Odd looking, but it is true, the new class of homeless are so much like you and I. I admire the stamina of the species! We are such an amazing adaptive animal. Your new homeless are pushing the usual residents up and out. We are closer together as a whole now.
I am waiting to see the results on you. You have a lot inside your head and a lot more waiting to come out of your brush.
love ya

simon levenson
09-15-2001, 03:13 AM
thank you all
thank you deej

09-15-2001, 04:35 AM
Yes, I agree. A good painting and fitting tribute


09-16-2001, 02:19 AM
Simon, I have been concerned about you since I saw live
the plane (crash, hit) the second tower because I knew
that you live near by. I very happy that you are safe and
I hope all of your loved ones are as well.

Your work doesn't need my comment, so I'll let it speak for
its self.


09-20-2001, 07:39 PM
I came to critique specifically to see if you had done anything since the 11th. Keep it up. It helps.

Do you know the man who has been in a restricted zone "doing his work" at an easel as he always does? Police tried to move him to a safe space but eventually left him alone. Now he is on the news everyday with the progress of his painting flashed on the screen.

Thanks again for your expression here..

09-20-2001, 09:29 PM
i like the subtlty in colors
i like the contrasts very much

09-20-2001, 11:20 PM
it reminds of the moment when the world stood still
i hope you're getting it back together

09-21-2001, 09:00 AM
no injuries, dead, fires on the picture,

yet it has the mood.

i vote for finished,

and I am glad you are safe.

simon levenson
09-21-2001, 10:02 AM
Thanks everyone for your kind and supportive words and criticisms. I have been working but not as much on painting at the moment. I have painted about three out of five days but not the normal eight out of seven (haha). I feel that I was on to something new before the 11th but maybe we all felt that way. What is to come will be with some new conscience and awareness but you never know of what.
Here is a little somthing from my friend Dylan, who i travel to see often. It has helped me very much. Going away tonite till moday. I will be thirty tomorrow.......................

It's Alright, Ma
(I'm Only Bleeding)
Bob Dylan 1965

Darkness at the break of noon
Shadows even the silver spoon
The handmade blade, the child's balloon
To understand you know too soon
There is no sense in trying.

Pointed threats, that bluff with scorn
Suicide remarks are torn
From the fools gold mouthpiece
The hollow horn plays wasted words
Proves to warn
That he not busy being born
Is busy dying.

Temptation's page flies out the door
You follow, find yourself at war
Watch waterfalls of pity roar
You feel to moan but unlike before
You discover
That you'd just be
One more person crying.

So don't fear if you hear
A foreign sound to your ear
It's alright Ma, I'm only sighing.

As some warn victory, some downfall
Private reasons great or small
Can be seen in the eyes of those that call
To make all that should be killed to crawl
While others say don't hate nothing at all
Except hatred.

Disillusioned words like bullets bark
As human gods aim for their mark
Made everything from toy guns that spark
To flesh-colored Christs that glow in the dark
It's easy to see without looking to far
That not much
Is really sacred.

While preachers preach of evil fates
Teachers teach that knowledge waits
Can lead to hundred-dollar plates
Goodness hides behind its gates
But even the president of the United States
Sometimes must have
To stand naked.

An though the rules of the road have been lodged
It's only people's games that you have to dodge
And it's alright, Ma, I can make it.

Advertising signs that con you
Into thinking that you're the one
That can do what's never been done
That can win what's never been won
Meantime life outside goes on
All around you.

You lose yourself, you reappear
You suddenly find you got nothing to fear
Alone you stand with nobody near
When a trembling distant voice, unclear
Startles your sleeping ears to hear
That somebody thinks
They really found you.

A question in your nerves is lit
Yet you know there is no answer fit to satisfy
Insure you not to quit
To keep it in your mind and not fergit
That it is not he or she or them or it
That you belong to.

Although the masters make the rules
For the wise men and the fools
I got nothing, Ma, to live up to.

For them that must obey authority
That they do not respect in any degree
Who despise their jobs, their destinies
Speak jealously of them that are free
Cultivate their flowers to be
Nothing more than something
They invest in.

While one who sings with his tongue on fire
Gargles in the rat race choir
Bent out of shape by society's pliers
Cares not to come up any higher
But rather get you down in the hole
That he's in.

But I mean no harm nor put fault
On anyone who lives in a vault
But it's alright, Ma, if I can't please him.

Old lady judges watch people in pairs
Limited in sex, they dare
To push fake morals, insult and stare
While money doesn't talk, it swears
Obscenity, who really cares
Propaganda, all is phony.

While them that defend what they cannot see
With a killer's pride, security
It blows their mind most bitterly
For them to think death's honesty
Won't fall upon them naturally
Life sometimes
Must get lonely.

My eyes collide head-on with stuffed graveyards
False gods, I scuff
At pettiness that plays so rough
Walk upside-down inside handcuffs
Kick my legs to crash it off
Say okay, I have had enough
What else can you show me?

And if my thought-dreams could be seen
They'd probably put my head in a guillotine
But it's alright, Ma, it's life, and life only.

09-21-2001, 12:10 PM
you know it would make sense the way my mind works! 30 on the 30th... well there are very few braincells left!
and try to have fun! It is your duty!
love you!

09-21-2001, 04:29 PM
Looks very finished to me. I think you captured the sadness. Hope you are feeling better Think we've all been there right along with you. :)