Ian Markowitz

Oftentimes one will ask: “What IS Ian?”

Is he a ravenous space creature from another galaxy?

Is he an aquatic war-prince from the ancient civilization of Atlantis?

Is he a toothless vagrant who sleeps ‘neath the George Washington Bridge?

He is all these things and more. Ian is you. Ian is me. Ian is the air we breathe and the water we drink. Ian is the sunlight advancing tentatively through your rain-spattered window after a long and brutal storm.

But for all that’s been said, and the many, MANY ballads that have been written; the answer really is much simpler.

Finally, resoundingly and certainly, Ian…IS.