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.
When does a plein air piece turn into a studio piece? For purposes of jurying, this painter would like to know.
Among us old-timers, the lights remain on, stubbornly, until Epiphany.
Sorry, dude. Demanding that your painting be removed from a collection isn’t within the legal rights of American artists.
If you loved Little Golden Books, Louise Wilkin probably had a hand in shaping your ideas about art.
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.
Working artists offer a lively response to yesterday’s post on the gender gap.