If you want to know where the faeries live in your house, follow your cat. Continue reading →
“Every so often every artist feels, ‘I’ll never paint again. The muse has gone out the window.’ In 1985, I hardly painted at all for three months, and it was agonizing. I looked at reproductions. I stared at Matisse. I … Continue reading →
Yeah. Darn ironing.
This is going out to Mom as a frequently heard poem of my childhood. Tonight it’s appropriate because I can hear the wind pushing around the precip and generally causing havoc with phone lines and sources of the Internet. Who … Continue reading →
I never had a policy; I have just tried to do my very best each and every day.
