Every time I paint scenes of nature, my heart is leading the way. Every careful brush stroke imitating a leaf or every wistful gesture of...

The third Sunday of January, and it finally looks like a winter wonderland outside, or a waste land I suppose, if you’re a scrooge like...

Thoughts from a Non-Prodigy Joel and I recently moved into a new loft apartment. This building was built in 1901, making it the oldest...

I don’t care for resolutions. It’s so “do or do not, there is no try.” And though I appreciate the intention behind this statement, I...