My Fairy-Tale Life, by Steven Boone

  Since moving to our little village outside Oaxaca, Mexico, Amy and I have have been strongly influenced by our new culture. From our secon...

Book making is a wondrous and beautiful process. The best efforts are preserved for eternity, but most fall into oblivion. The book Amy and ...

Our house is magical; it drew us into itself. All the way from New Mexico USA to Oaxaca, Mexico, near Central America.   We have met neighbo...

  This last week has been a whirlwind of happy circumstances. After announcing that Amy and I will be  closing our gallery, our collectors s...

The Boone Gallery, where Amy and I have exclusively shown our art, is closing. The covid-19 pandemic is forcing us to close earlier than we ...

It is beyond coincidence—a spiritual epiphany, that Amy was surprised yesterday by a mysterious visit that coordinated perfect...

  Recently Amy finished a round painting that included an extra-terrestrial riding a unicorn, surrounded by “lucky” symbols. Near the b...

After leaving cosmopolitan Granada, Spain, Amy and I have gone north. Every night in bed we read from Don Quixote, written by Miguel de ...

  Now that Amy and I are in Mexico, we give ourselves to surprise and the unexpected. Being in Oaxaca during the celebration of Dia de ...

  I stumbled upon a shrine someone made and hid in the woods. Intoxicated with mountain fever and wandering off a trail at upper elevat...

He burns every year to great fanfare. Zozobra is called “Old Man Gloom”, and is constructed each year then burned at a stake in fron...