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
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