of pith, sharp vicious teeth, and free art

My high school senior English professor used to wear a pith helmet. I don’t remember the specific circumstances required for him to don the pith helmet, but they had something to do with intellectual pithiness. I also remember that it was rarely donned, but when...

back to the high meadows of new mexico . . . .

We had been camped on the far edge of the high south meadow. The evening before we were lead up a west slope trail, where, just beyond the ridge in the blaze of sun sinking quickly before us, we stood at a fence line, and watched color radiate from a point just beyond...

a quiet stark beauty

One of the things I most appreciate about being a painter, is that it has honed my ability to notice beauty — color beauty — just about anywhere. And so it was last month when I drove across the Great Plains of eastern Colorado and western Nebraska. Many might find...

some unsolicited advice from me to you

  Forgive me, but I’m going to give you some advice. Well okay — it’s stronger than that: I’m going to tell you what to do. I’m going to implore you. Entreat you. BESEECH YOU to do this, now: Go to Nebraska. Yes, Nebraska. If you simply can’t get there now, then...

revealing the open pages of my wallet

It’s all in a book, a little bigger than my palm.   When I shared The Book with an acquaintance, her voice fell silent as she slowly turned and considered the pages.     “I feel,” she said in a near whisper, carefully turning each page . . .  ...

where art lives . . . .

  What art offers is space — a certain breathing room for the spirit. ~ John Updike     Who doesn’t love venturing into an artist’s studio? Even I — myself an artist — love visiting other creative’s studios.     I delight in seeing the...