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!
The townspeople themselves have become the custodians of the art. What motivates them?
Most artists understand the problem of being broke in the company of wealthier people, but that isn’t what made me laugh aloud.
I feel like a kid who just got socks for Christmas instead of the toy I really wanted.
I know too many people who are entering old age in prisons of health problems to want to build one for myself.
You never know what you’re going to learn at the grocery store.