My Fairy-Tale Life, by Steven Boone

  Sleeping Buddha, Hilo, Hawaii. by Steven Boone Recently I was publicly accused of disrespect by someone I do not know. It happened when I ...

The fog I hoped for never arrived during my month in Venice. I kissed the city goodbye—with light so brilliant it seemed the canals were...

Know Thyself. 
- Socrates True loss is for him whose days have been spent in utter ignorance of his self. -Baha'u'llah I ...

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...

Artists are often reluctant to interpret their work when asked. A reason could be that the artwork is like a child and the artist ...

  One of my favorite subjects to paint and photograph is water. Why? Mostly because it is fluid and reflective. The water molecule i...

An unseen hand is holding my fragile life. I can feel it. A little more than a year ago my beloved father passed away, and then my wife...

Sunset at Polihale Beach, Kauai, Hawaii When I was a little boy, living in my childhood dreamworld of imagination and wond...