My Fairy-Tale Life, by Steven Boone

  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 ...

I struggle learning foreign languages. I wish it were easier since traveling is my passion. Having lived in Italy several times, I...

I was in Buenos Aires and had to get to a tango performance or my stay there would not be complete. The show at Café Tortoni started at...

It's that time of year when the people of Santa Fe celebrate with an annual fiesta. A spectacular occurrence sets off the festivi...

At the center of my town is a plaza. It is well-used, especially in summer with frequent festivals and music concerts. Santa Fe, New Mex...

  When my friend Therese saw the likeness of birds in twilight clouds and showed me the photograph she took, I thought to make a painti...

  Saints, shamans, spirit beings, extra-terrestrials, creatures of every type, the sun and moon . . . these are just some of the subj...

A life size wooden Indian faces my gallery every day. He wears a war bonnet, is dressed in buckskin and holds a tomahawk. Each morning...

A parade of young people have been entering my gallery and making an impression on me. Most often, their parents have been with them. The B...

Since arriving back in the United States in February, brought home by the unexpected death of my mother, I have been unusually subdu...

I am very close to the heart of my city, Santa Fe, New Mexico, USA. Now that I have a gallery again, I am in the center of town—on the...