a winter roadtrip with my muse, part one

    I knew I needed a break. I knew I needed to unplug. I knew I wanted to remove myself from the familiar, and just paint, just read, just write. Just think. Just not think. Just be. Without chatter. Without pinging and lights and alerts and the...

of car crashes and thwarted resolutions

I’ve always loved the turn of the new year. I know some who people eye it with dread or sadness with the reminder of the passage of time. Their sad focus is on aging, and regrets. But for me the turn of the new year is a time of excitement and cheerful...

the unusual transformation of a landscape

It’s a few hours away from the first day of winter and I suppose I should be writing something solstice-y or festive-y or fa-la-la-la-la-lish But as much as I love this time of year, with the relentless sunshine we’ve been having this month where the skies...

figuring: words and value and color and play

One of the many things I love learning from other artists is what their daily studio practice entails. What rituals they embrace to get into the flow of creativity. Often when the subject of creative flow and ritual, comes up, writer Stephen King’s name is mentioned....