Owens welcomed me into his house. Wait first. I was staying over at LuLus and it just so happened that Benjamin Owens lived a few blocks away in a town called Rocky Point. Except I was half way to Port Jefferson before I realized this. It was snowing hard and my tires didnt have tread. I was late. When I found the house his driveway, like everything in Rocky Point, was on a ridiculous slant. After several attempts I could not get my over-reved Japanese import more than an inch up the icy tarmac. Owens came out in his signature ripped up cardigan and instructed me to park in his neighbors driveway. Thats what he did. So I slid up besides his ride and sloshed over to his door. I didnt know Benjamin Owens outside of our cordiality at Gallery happenings. All I knew was that he made weird dolls and besides me, he had let only one other person in his most private of spaces, his studio. After feeding me some bagels and introducing me to his dogs Pearl and Ruby it was time to begin.



















How soon will you update your blog? I’m interested in reading some more information on this issue.
Konstantin Miller
We are hosting a film festival in August at the Roger Smith Hotel and the artist Ben Owens is creating the poster graphic as well as the Tshirt design. We have a whole new series of art post on the way. Stay tuned this week.
Thanks for your interest.
John Knowles