I think anyone who has ever made anything has had someone, sometime, make some flip, off-handedly bashing comment about it. Not always to the maker directly, not even considering that they or someone they know might be nearby to hear … 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
My paints are currently ready to board a big plane. (That’s what she said, **rim shot**) In this life, so much of what we cannot control is caustic. The intrusive things we see, hear and smell make their way into … Continue reading →
To be an artist it is necessary to live with our eyes wide open, to breathe in the colors of the mountain and sky, to know the sound of leaves rustling, the smell of snow, the texture of bark. It … Continue reading →
Via the Van Gogh museum During his short life, Van Gogh did not allow his flame to go out. Fire and embers were his brushes during the few years of his life, whilst he burned out for his art. I … Continue reading →
That which offends the ear will not easily gain admission to the mind.
