I heard about this book yesterday on the radio – and after I got the paint that I’d gone out for I stopped at The Book House of Stuyvesant Plaza and secured a copy of The Power of Kindness by … Continue reading →
If you ask me what I came to do in this world, I, an artist, will answer you: I am here to live out loud. — Emile Zola
So it’s a bizarre thing to be a blogger and an artist and writer. Part of the reason I blog is to share my process and work in progress along with whatever catches my eye or ends up in my … Continue reading →
Happy Birthday J.R.R.! …the night-sky was still dim and pale. There, peeping among the cloud-wrack above a dark tor high up in the mountains, Sam saw a white star twinkle for a while. The beauty of it smote his heart, … Continue reading →
Grief is praise, because it is the natural way love honors what it misses.
