As certain as the steel blue winter light annuls the golden umbers of autumn so do the sage rational reflections of old age cancel the ...

The preferred diction of my tortured friend Currado Malaspina is rage and indignation. It matters little whether he is trying to talk his...

Mon semblable, mon frère. It's best to leave Currado Malsapina alone.  I have yet to meet someone so talented yet so cr...

Like many of his generation, my good friend Currado Malaspina carries with him the imprint of the Parisian 'Génération 68.'     F...

My good friend Currado Malaspina is finally getting famous. Not that he isn't already famous but it's one thing to be a well kn...

2009 was the year my good friend Currado Malaspina lost his zest for life. He calls it 'The Great Unraveling" and looking back i...

My good friend Currado Malaspina has reached the tender age where his retrospective eye is no longer jaundiced by regret and his progn...

"The skin on my face is beginning to look like a shoe in need of a shine." My dear, vain friend Currado Malaspina is begin...

For an artist deeply involved in his work , the walls of Currado Malaspina's studio are strangely bare . An outdated calendar fixed ...

They say that marriage is provisional but divorce is perpetual. I've always assumed that like most American aphorisms, this one too w...

“Nessun maggior dolore che ricordarsi del tempo felice nella miseria...”  Thus sprach the wise and prescient Dante. Indeed, there is...

In a moment of weakness, when a few personal calamities collided unexpectedly and the tendons of an inner tranquility seemed suddenly ...

A new Canadian documentary about the life and work of my good friend Currado Malaspina has just opened to mixed reviews in his native Fra...

My continental colleague Currado Malaspina and I were once described by a lyrically muddled art critic as "two vipers gnawing on t...

Among the many childhood memories that race like hungry minnows through the tortured consciousness of Currado Malaspina are the commingl...