My Fairy-Tale Life, by Steven Boone

I have once again found my way to the remote mountain village of Darrical, ( see my blog of May, 2007 ) where my friends Carol and Rolf liv...

The surface of the moon became a stage when the astronauts landed there, and Madrid became my stage when I landed here. I have taken to th...

Fate brought me to Madrid , and I am glad. It was not my intention to come here, but I need to repair my camera lens, and also, get a visa t...

What is the difference between our dreaming and wakened consciousness? Sleep is often maligned as the poorer cousin of wakened consciousness...

Granada, Spain and I have mixed together so much that our boundaries are now obscure. Textures, winding cobbled streets, sounds of clapping ...

At times in my present nomadic existence, I wonder, who am I now that I do not have a home? The thought might come as I am standing in a s...

Van Gogh, All Hung Up, oil on linen, 22 x 24 inches Is it possible that only three months have passed in my year long odyssey? The last...

Now, when I wake in the morning, the sound of the Mediterranean Sea is present. It is directly in front of my eyes, churning outside the li...

The soul of Venice has brought me together with Frédérique, a French doctor of letters. She teaches aesthetics in art at a university in N...

I have returned once again to my beloved Venice, where cars do not exist and church bell towers lean precariously close to falling. Althou...

It occasionally happens while I am painting that there is a moment of impasse and I must choose to either continue working in a way I know ...