Cheeseboy.  A Superhero is Born. Family photos from Boston.  As promised.  Cereal eaten, coffee drank. Time to herd cats and make Poppet...

    Kids are out early for conferences, so Max and Zoya came over.  We took a walk on Broadmoor and I took pictures.  I'd explained to f...

  On the flight to Boston I read Alan Clark's new novel, A Parliament of Crows .  As engaged as I was, I was aware of being thirs...

The glamour of being an artist. ok.   I've always been a fan of broken color.  Rarely is a background of mine a solid color.  When I...

In the desert, it's essentially spring.  This is as close as we get, though a few colder days are sometimes interspersed.  In winter we ...

This is heavily on my mind today.  The things we don't see.  Things that are twisted and wrong and invisible to us because we don...

New poppet sculpture.  New print.  Taryn's Light.

Walking at least begins to raise the heart rate, getting more oxygen to the brain.  The brain takes a breath.  Walking outside is good...

Yes.  Jack London did say that you can't wait for inspiration.  That you must go after it with a club.  The morning is nearly gone...

I painted a background and actually sat the sculpture in shallow water for this one.  Still working on others, but Orion goes back to scho...

 Today I finished painting "Tree of Lasting Sorrow." No connection to New Year's Eve, unless it's to comment on much sad...

Today was cold and windy.    There was work and play.   Sometimes it was hard to tell which was which. ...