My Fairy-Tale Life, by Steven Boone

For most of my life, I have been an artist—a painter first and foremost. Many times I have felt like pinching myself, asking, “Can this be t...

For the last several years, the difference between Amy’s art and mine has been nothing short of stark. My wife´s work celebrates enchantment...

"Hombre Sandía" oil on canvas, 60 x 80 cm, (sold to a collector from California, USA) When one of my favored paintings, such as Ho...

A wounded man lies on a dark battlefield littered with corpses and not a living soul near. His blood drains away, seeping into the silent...

It feels as though I am on auto pilot; that is, going forward but not driving. I am surprised that nothing particularly excites me an...

View of Vernazza, Cinqueterra, Italy India is on the horizon. Tomorrow, I leave Rome, Italy to fly through the night and arrive in...

The winds of change continually blow over the ocean of my being. A wave has formed and is carrying me to a distant shore. I see that ...

I visited my daughter's grave today. Yesterday was her birthday—she would have turned 34 years of age. Nobody else was around as...

I believe experience is the true currency. And among experiences, the practice of virtue is of the highest value. Money cannot hold memor...