Someone Else’s Problem
On a recent travel we were at an AmTrak station with many quaint decorations and brickwork. Almost u...

This is an untitled piece I never liked that much, but several people have told me what they like about it - the subtle way the golds and greens are reflected across the river, the fine lines in the rocks reminiscent of Pitre, the talk of spring and mist and fog and newness.
Why it has escaped the purging bonfires, and why I keep it, is if you haven't noticed, many of my paintings are completed on New Years Day, year after year. This, I think, is the earliest of those, painted on New Years Day 1993. I'm not sure why I'm always painting on New Years Day but happy that I am.
On a recent travel we were at an AmTrak station with many quaint decorations and brickwork. Almost u...
People don’t choose cats, cats choose people. One of our household queens, Nefertiti, basking ...
On July, 1, 2015, an American dentist from Minnesota, Walter James Palmer, and local hunting guides ...
I find it amazing that there is another world – many worlds – most of us never get to se...