When I lived in Denver I took a part time job working at a fine arts gallery. It was a large gallery that carried a variety of art forms. We had paintings, sculptures, mixed media pieces and even a small section with local folk art. When I was alone in the gallery I’d run my […]Read More Part II: Abstracta
With the exception of a few, short-term roommate situations over the years, I’ve always lived alone. I am sure it’s partly due to personality—as gregarious as I am in public, I’m essentially an introvert—but it also has to do with having control over the aesthetic quality of my space. Over the years it’s become obvious […]Read More Mini Post: Living Architecture
So, you’ve come back from the dead. You’re sitting in the back yard in Denver watching evening fall as the late summer breeze eddies in your empty spaces. There are gaps in your body now—things blow right through you like someone tried to put you together without looking at the instructions. The pieces that are […]Read More Anatomy of an Apology
I managed to run out of the house this morning without my charging cord. It’s only a matter of time before my iPad fails and I have to go home to work. I think I’ve got enough time to craft a response to a question about what I posted yesterday. Let me elaborate somewhat on […]Read More More Lovin’: You’ve Got Questions, I’ve Got Answers!
I live in a small, urban, studio. From my desk in the corner of the room, I can see almost my entire life. Currently: The sun slips obliquely through the south-facing windows, limning the arched back of a dog on a disheveled bed. Rumpled on a chair is the heated blanket I washed, hung to […]Read More How To Love in Three Easy Steps