My Fairy-Tale Life, by Steven Boone

It's been about six months since I delved headfirst into the realm of creating images using artificial intelligence, and I must say, the...

A journey of experimentation in painting and photography becomes a dance between colors and shadows, brushstrokes and shutter clicks.  In th...

  A week like no other . . . and to think⏤Amy’s sister arrived from Minnesota and experienced it with us. Cari arrived along with Dia de Mue...

Over the years I have come to realize my best artwork elicits strong reactions and not necessarily favorable. People have cried in front of ...

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 ...

We are both a bit thunderstruck—hit by lightning; not burned but filled with a higher vibration from heaven that gleams with light. Bar...

For years I have been dazzled by skies at sunset. I study the time in the evening when the sun is disappearing and daylight fades. Afte...

  In pure moments of being, I perceive behind the veil of the material world in the realm of non-duality, or oneness. Here, love reig...

  A thunderbolt woke me with a start at three AM. I had fallen asleep in my hotel room the evening before as the weather was rapidly ch...

Pablo Picasso (Spanish, 25 October 1881 – 8 April 1973) was a phenomenal creator. The public recognized his genius and followed along ...

Heart rending apathy struck me during the week after the memorial for my mother, when I slept in my parents home in Santa Barbara. Ap...

"Homage to O"Keefe," mixed-media, 24x36 inches For most businesses it is essential to build a “brand.” Arti...

Nepal Earthquake Last night I went with a friend to a benefit that she organized to raise money for the victims of the ear...