Marc began his career as an accountant. In the mid-1970s, he moved from Miami to Boulder, Colorado, and started an accounting firm called "A Balance Dream". This name alluded to his enduring interest in poetry, and he thus pursued this deep interest by attending classes at the Naropa Institute: School of Disembodied Poetics, meanwhile writing his own poetry. However, he had an insistent desire to paint people in the context of their lives. One day, his wife gave him a piece of Masonite measuring 8"x12", suggesting he try painting "The Last Supper" to practice portraiture. Marc did indeed paint “The Last Supper” but expanded the size of the canvas to 5’x 8’ using acrylic paint, thus beginning his journey as an artist painting images of people in the context of their lives. This painting took him four years to complete.
In 1982 Marc moved to Hartford CT. to begin working as an accountant at the University of Connecticut Health Center, a position he held for the next 28 years. During this period as a full-time accountant, he also looked after his wife, who had serious health issues that needed much of his time outside of work (she died in 2014 after 36 years of marriage). Due to other demanding commitments in his daily life, he was unable to dedicate sufficient time to painting or showcasing his work. However, during his tenure as an accountant at UCHC, he spent eight years as Chairman of the Art Committee at UCHC and curated art shows including noteworthy art such as Bronzes and making substantial purchases of art and sculpture for permanent display. In 2015, Marc retired and moved to Monterey, Massachusetts. He was finally free to paint full-time, connect with other artists, and take part at various art events in the area. Since 2015 to the present, Marc has completed a new and different body of work.
My first submission is "The Accountant: Picture Essays in Multiplicity" The painting incorporates a poem. I am including the poem here, in case the poem cannot be read in the image:
The accountant sits
his numbers behind him
like a wall
and dreams
probably about
skyrocketing
off the table.
But in actuality
the accountant sits
and works
with his numbers
that are on the paper
in front of him.
He thinks
and the numbers
rocket inside
his head
and he writes
the numbers as
they appear.
In little boxes on the page
those tight little boxes
that house the soft
perfect figures that
the accountant
is proud of.
The Accountant
like the skyrocket
perfers to reach
the blue ceiling
where there are no numbers
but white clouds that he
calls only numbness.
The accountant
he thinks
numbness is like
us all or
dreams are like
part of us
longing for the
numbness
the numbness.
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