What hero’s journey is this, undertaken in solitude, the portal a canvas or blank page?
The artist’s life is largely interior, the company we keep living “rent free” in our heads. Any demons battled take form as doubt, fear, self- … Keep reading . . .
During the past two weeks I became aware of a dark passenger inside me. Unlike Dexter’s, this one had tangible form, and was growing, ever so slowly inside my left breast. More than anyone, I was surprised that my cells … Keep reading . . .
I want to live letters, not learn them. I want to dance and sing them in both strident and harmonious tunes. What else can we do but write like we mean it; like it is the most important thing to … Keep reading . . .
Cats slink through our lives with a seeming casual indifference, offering intermittent attention while training us to cater to their whims. Like our children, we have hopes for these special critters (maybe instant fame on YouTube, or first prize in … Keep reading . . .
Drawing and painting give us an opportunity to participate in our surroundings in a personal and deeply felt way. When we stop to draw, we begin to see what is before us as if for the first time. The cracks … Keep reading . . .
