My Fairy-Tale Life, by Steven Boone

Amy and I live a quiet, creative life on the outskirts of one of the world’s most vibrant cities—Oaxaca, Mexico. Our village sits far enough...

After the mysterious disappearance of our beloved Avión, the house felt hollow—as if a light had gone out and left a quiet, aching space beh...

Last Monday, we woke to a shock that still hasn’t settled in our hearts— we found Avión mysteriously dead. T his, the morning after joyfully...

 Our Xoloitzcuintle dog, MaliNalli Copali, is about four and a half years old now. Each day she brings us joy—along with her soul-brother, ...

The days approached steadily, as they do each year—filled with anticipation, hope, and a tinge of sadness. After all, Día de Muertos is a ti...

Once again, the work has taken a turn—into a new series of colorful expressionist pieces. Throughout more than forty years of creating, I ha...

For years, friends and readers have encouraged me to bring together my writing, photography, and art into one work. At last it is done. Back...

They say bridges connect what’s been separated, but sometimes they just break and leave you gaping—literally. My bridge, the dental kind, di...

What art awakens in us, and how it matters Amedeo Modigliani,  Nu Couché (Reclining Nude) 1917 When I posted on Facebook an AI-generated i...

Painting on the island of Kauaʻi, Hawaii, 2001 For four decades, my workdays were mostly spent with paint and brush, shaping canvases into w...

Having lived most of my life in North America where four distinct seasons mark the year, I am still adjusting to the rhythm of only two in M...