"It was a cold, gray Parisian winter,” says the painter, seated in his studio in Spencertown, New York, almost two hours north along the Hudson from where he was born and raised, in Newburgh. “I was always really broke in Paris—I’d gone over on the GI Bill, but that ended after several months. Finally I sold some textile designs to the Swiss silk manufacturer Gustav Zumsteg, who had seen my paintings at Galerie Maeght: ten drawings for $100 each. I felt so rich that I went to the South of France with friends."