Thank you, BDN, for the opportunity to have blogged here for the past 17 months.
A levitating lobster boat and an oddly-named trawler remind me of the greatest maritime mystery of all time.
America would hardly be a cultural wasteland without the NEA. In fact I doubt anyone would notice it was gone.
There’s something to be said for not jumping in too fast to ‘fix’ a plein air piece. You can easily destroy what’s quirky and wonderful about it because to your tired eyes it looks just wrong.
It’s all fun and games, until someone doesn’t finish her painting.
In a post-truth world, art doesn’t lie.
Two innocent babies belittled on a racist website. It’s the ugly underbelly of the internet.
The committee that chose Lei Yixin to sculpt the Martin Luther King, Jr. Memorial has a lot to answer for.
Our gifts are transitory. Once given, they can be lost again in an instant. They don’t totally define us, but they are a part of who we are.
It’s fun to puddle around in our imagination, but it can mean losing one’s sense of place. We can be either in our heads or in the world, but seldom in both places simultaneously.