My Fairy-Tale Life, by Steven Boone

At our home in San Pedro Ixtlahuaca, Mexico, good energy perceptibly rises during our Sunday art sessions. Our neighbors come at 3 PM, and w...

Amy packed the piñata until it was almost bursting. I found a tree in our backyard with open space underneath, then hung the piñata from a l...

I was surprised to see Amy crying, because it is rare. She broke down while reciting the poem, Cultivo una Rosa Blanca, by José Martí, (Cub...

  We first met in a little art gallery in Hoi An, Vietnam. The front door on the cobbled street was wide open and I walked in, curious ...

Deep within the vault of my memories, full now with six decades of life, is an episode of rapturous wonder, thrill, and happy con...

After some searching, a friend and I arrived by car to a hidden oasis in the mountains above the serene southern California town of ...

I seek to be submerged in a limitless ocean and this is what I call THE DREAM. In THE DREAM I am observer as well as all the...

“Every child is an artist. The problem is how to remain an artist once we grow up.” Pablo Picasso While the art of children lacks technic...

Ah, to be innocent and full of wonder. Here are two quotes that can help us be free of prejudice: “Whoever undertakes to set himself up as...

WEDNESDAY, APRIL 11 Sometimes while I am outdoors painting, my activity arouses people’s curiosity. In the old quarter of Rutigliano, in a...