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Painter • Illustrator • Storyteller • Author


From the moment I saw one of Marshall’s paintings, I knew we had to meet. He is a genuine story teller. Much of our time was spent steeped in conversations that I didn't want to interrupt, but we did briefly, to take a picture. 

There was mention of how dark Marshall was. However, I find that assessment might only be true if made by only looking at his paintings, without attempting to understand the soul behind them. 

I spent some time alone sitting amongst his paintings, which range from funny, mysterious, confrontational, alluring, and finally possessing a shaman like quality, all of which I found very soothing. 

Creating Marshall’s portrait was a different experience, with an intimacy and energy all its own. 



Artist • Educator • Author


Such a lovely lady with a very cool Brooklyn accent that you have to hear to appreciate. Judith’s articulation of words are so refined that I had to ask exactly what part of Brooklyn she grew up in, cause it ain’t nuttin like the Brooklyn I tawk.

This portrait session was quite challenging as I also photographed Richard Wilde shortly after Judith; another creative power house couple.  

I asked Judith if there was any piece in particular that she would like to be photographed with, or that she might have a little more affection toward, and her eyes lit up.

The setting couldn’t have been better for the portrait, dark and intimate. These mannequins require intimacy to better understand and appreciate. That threshold being crossed you feel the individuality of each piece, and later appreciate in its entirety. 

After being surrounded by the mannequins for some time, their personalities started to come through. In the end it felt like a group portrait, with the other participants silently showing their individuality. 



Cartoonist • Writer


One evening I look up Jules Feiffer online to see the latest news on him and discover, he’ll be talking in a book store in Sag Harbor, I’m there. Quite a drive I discover, such that I got there about seven minutes after Jules started talking. I discreetly walk in, attempting not to be seen and blend in for the remainder of his talk. I kinda didn’t blend in and after a brief conversation with the proprietors, it appears I traveled the farthest to hear Jules talk, three and a half hours.

While patiently prolonging my turn to meet Jules, an employee decides I waited long enough, escorts me to Jules, interrupts him deep in conversation with a fellow fan to announce, “this gentleman traveled three and a half hours to hear you talk!”, so much for being discreet. “Omigod!”, he smiles and my tardiness was forgiven. Our conversation finds it way to someone we have in common, Steven Heller. After explaining my association with Heller and my current portrait project, to my amazement Jules Feiffer wants in.

Weeks later we do his portrait session, full of colorful language and a bit of good natured ribbing, all directed toward me, I’m flattered, he likes me. All done, I head for the door when Jules asks, “so I’ll see the proofs Thursday?” It’s Monday, I’m thinking never gonna happen. As I began to utter no, his reaction to hearing this made me change it to “of course!!”

Thursday the curse strikes a second time, late again. Barnes & Noble, Upper East Side, more than seven minutes late. He’s talking, engaging the audience seated to his left, I enter quietly, make my way to the right, “Oh hi Rafael! Everyone this is Rafael, he’s a photographer…” After a brief explanation of who I am, you guessed it, everyone turned, stared and waved. Jules and I smiled at one another, he enjoyed the moment and I later got to enjoy talking about, “so how do you know Jules…?”