What happens to us when work that belligerently remains in the primordial chaos of “in progress” needs to be finished before, as Douglas Adams might have put it, the deadlines “whoosh by?” We might kick into high gear, armed with that special adrenaline that supports the finishing of all too many projects. We might ask…
With my relatively recent realizations about guardrails and the burn-out perils of not heeding them, I’ve been exploring more notions of space and where my most creative moments happen. I don’t mean simply the physical space of my studio but rather those annoyingly numbered and fast progressing ones in my calendar app. I’ve been dreaming…
My son loved bowling when he was young, but like most children, he wasn’t thrilled with achieving gutterball after gutterball. Fortunately, there were guardrails. As if by magic, the guardrails would slide up alongside the lane, ensuring Skyler’s kid-weight ball would bank, bounce, and roll its way to the end-goal, nearly always managing to knock…
I’ve long known that all of my most successful pieces go through an ugly stage. What seems like a great idea, progresses nicely, and then suddenly, somewhere along the way, I look at it and wonder… …what the hell I was thinking? With what feels like a boundless amount of time invested in creating my…
In 2017 we lucked into an old masters drawing exhibit at the National Portrait Gallery on our trip to London. After seeing the incredible exhibit of Raphael’s drawings at the Ashmolean in Oxford, I was a little giddy at what else I might see. As my eyes adjusted to the dark blue walls and dim…
With tickets a whopping $600 and impossible to get, we tuned in live, as all eyes focused on Georgia. Would she rise to the occasion? Before the medals were won, before the bomb exploded, before Richard Jewell’s life became a media-induced shambles, before his lawyer Lyn Wood made a name (and millions) for himself and…
Let Yourself Bloom It is my most favorite time of year when the mornings are dewy, the days are long, and twilight gently eases into a breezy, star-filled night. I ought to be out there with the lightning bugs, the cicadas, and the fledgling barred owls…but the heat index has been 100+ºF even in the…
