My Fairy-Tale Life, by Steven Boone

  In our casa in the village of San Pedro Ixtlahuaca, near Oaxaca, in southern Mexico, Amy and I have found solace, inspiration and a canvas...

Advice to artists: create a style and stick with it, become famous and own a highly marketable brand. The same for any business. Usually an ...

The image, called The Traveler, is blurry. The mysterious human subject is a man but has been mistaken as woman. Strange light and shadow ...

  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...

I am surrounded by spirits, and that is the feeling of the Lord.   —Naomi Boone I love this simple sentence written in my daughter's ...

The expression, “One picture is worth a thousand words”, has special meaning to me as an artist—most of my life is visually inspired. I hav...

Santa Fe Plaza, first night of Christmas lights Last night I went to some art openings with Therese. There were four or five but we...

At the Banteay Srey Butterfly Centre, near Siem Reap, Cambodia I had not intended to leave the United States in mid-September and t...

The Lavender Umbrella, Chiang Mai, oil on canvas, 40 x 30 cm Like unstoppable sand falling to the bottom of an hour glass, my time ...

Life cannot be held, only experienced. To try and hold it is when we realize it is but a dream. When we believe we are in possession of...

Piazza San Marco on a Sunday—with empty tables because of slight flooding. To be free to wander is a ravishing pleasure...

A motif has captivated my imagination since my earliest days as a budding artist: the disappearing passage. As a boy, I sometimes wou...

Garry Winogrand, Monkeys At the San Francisco Museum of Modern Art, as I walked through a special exhibit of the photographs of Ga...

Last Monday, Heidi Of The Mountains and I drove eight hours from Santa Fe, New Mexico, to arrive in Phoenix, Arizona, where her parents hav...

There are always two people in every picture:  the photographer and the viewer.  ~ Ansel Adams When I was in Kashmir, India, I went on ...