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This is little Greg in the summer of '67. This photo somehow epitomizes innocence for me and, years later, got me thinking about the nature of childhood, and how innocence can get corrupted as we grow to adulthood. From these ruminations grew the Halcyon Days project. 
This is my family right around Christmas '67. Although I remember very little from this time, I can't help waxing a little nostalgic over those colors in my Mom's dress. Notice the bald pate of my father's; this would echo down through the years, although I had always thought that baldness was a maternal gene. 
This is my grandfather and I in his backyard in Warwick, R.I. I'm assuming that the clothesline is there so I won't run away. I have many fond memories of that yard, and of that man. He built that swingset there in the background for me with his own hands. By a strange coincidence, thirty years later I live about five minutes from that house. 
This is my high school senior picture, age 17. I have to admit I've rarely seen a more handsome character. Teen years are always a difficult yet wonderful time - everything is still fresh and new with experiences yet to be had. 
The flowering of a rock star... This picture was taken in front of The Last Call Saloon, a nightclub in Providence, R.I., sometime in late 1985. The year before I had dropped out of college to pursue my first love: music. Unfortunately, it turned out to be more difficult to make a living than I had first thought.
This is myself and my then girlfriend (later to become my wife, then ex-wife) sometime in the fall of 1987. First loves can be wonderful, awesome, and traumatic, and this one was all three. But art thrives on strong emotion, and this relationship provided much inspiration, both great joy and great sorrow.
This is another shot of my grandfather and I in the early '90s. Since our birthdays were 2 days apart, we would always celebrate them together. We had thirty years worth of birthdays before he died in '96. Somehow they seem a little less magical now that I celebrate them alone.
This is the most recent picture I have -- a friend and I at a Chinese restaurant in Providence. The body ages and the rock star dies; the hair recedes, the eyes falter. Impetuous youth gives way to reflective maturity, an ageless cycle. But I think, if you look close enough, there's still a youthful twinkle in those eyes.




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