I’m the last person to recommend that anyone join the underground economy. But the need to be a productive member of society outweighs our requirement to follow rules.
We like doing what we’re good at; we hate doing things that are very difficult.
The Oakland fire was a terrible tragedy, but it also reflects badly on artists.
A cyber-curator reaches out from Bucksport to Boise to teach an old dog from Rockport something new. Isn’t that cool?
As we ponder how to close the gender gap in the art world, I suggest that we stop apologizing for being women.
Working artists offer a lively response to yesterday’s post on the gender gap.
Spare me the liberal pieties about social justice, my art-industry friends, until you are willing to promote, support and compensate women in the arts.
Without the humble ship’s cook, none of us would be here today.
How do you get the pies and the paintings to come out at the right times?
It’s the holiday season, and I’m thinking about workshops. Yeah!