Right now I’m working on a new, big (it’s 40”x40”) painting that is very different from anything else I’ve ever painted. It’s a collage based on an image of me standing in front of one of the clocks inside the Museé d’Orsay in Paris, the beautiful museum...
Wild irises from my hike up the hill with Bo this morning after writing – a bit early this year. When I was in my very early 20’s my brother Matt and I did the EST training. Our parents had gotten involved with EST and wanted for – I assume all four of us...
In November 2009, my mom and I flew to New York to see an exhibition of Joseph Raffael’s paintings at the Nancy Hoffman Gallery in Chelsea. Joseph and his family used to live in the San Geronimo Valley where I grew up and where my mom and dad still live. When we...
One of my most treasured friendships is with an extraordinary woman named Randi. We met at the start of her first, my second year of college. We were suite-mates in the dorm El Conquistador in San Diego. She was not quite 17, I was not quite 19. Though over the...
I woke up yesterday morning in the worst, dark funk. I’ve not been sleeping well, but that’s been the case on and off for over two years now. This felt like something else. I spent a lot of the weekend doing things that needed doing – stocking the larder (Costco,...
