My Fairy-Tale Life, by Steven Boone

A feeling is growing inside of me to shed what is familiar, and make a major leap into the unknown. It is an anticipation of growth that I l...

I am in Cincinnati for a funeral. Charles Tobias, my father-in-law for 22 years, died on Thursday. In various ways, he filled voids in my li...

As I pulled into my driveway today, a short segment on the radio about after-life experiences caught my attention so that I sat listening. M...

October always is a major month for the sale of artwork in Santa Fe. My opening at Adieb Khadoure Gallery last Friday attracted scads of peo...

Jean and I are moving toward finishing one part of our life together  marriage partners and beginning a new one as strictly friends. I am ...

The last time I saw Tanja Mennone was six months ago when I was in Bari, Italy. Now we are together again, in San Francisco. She is visiting...

On the road again. Yesterday I drove eight hours, from Santa Fe to Scottsdale, Arizona. My friend John welcomed me, even though he had arriv...

Off and on for years, I have been attracted to blood as a symbol. Blood is juicy, passionate, and intense. What a wonderful color blood is. ...

Art is food for the soul. Everyone buys food to eat, but few can afford the luxury of art. Thankfully, where wealth exists, also there is ar...

“When I judge art, I take my painting and put it next to a God made object like a tree or flower. If it clashes, it is not art.” Paul Ceza...

What is God? This is a question that man cannot solve. Even if the brightest minds of all time gathered to ponder and arrive at an answer, t...