My Fairy-Tale Life, by Steven Boone

Consciousness is a gift given to each human. We could never plan something so complex, nor, given our limitations, would we want to try. Loo...

My mother has begun entreating me not to travel in South America because of “murders”. But then, my mother has barely ventured past her back...

What is it like, to live in a DREAM? It is to realize ephemerality— the fleeting moments in eternity. Whatever it is that we think we know i...

Soon I will be homeless again. Don’t worry; it is by choice that I am putting my things away in my studio and giving up my home and car to b...

"Men have called me mad, but the question is not yet settled, whether madness is or is not the loftiest intelligence--whether much that...

I have never been comfortable with spies; people who secretly obtain information about other people in order to build intrigue against them....

Whenever we ponder God, we are limited by the boundaries of our understanding, and soon find we must abandon hope of comprehension. For inst...

The two best handshakes that I ever received were from strangers. The first time was when I was a 20 year old student at New Mexico State Un...

After my blog, titled Eros, appeared last weekend, a member of my religion, Baha’i, wrote me an Email and questioned whether I was adhering ...

“OK, now take your clothes off.” My model and I had been working together for about twenty-five minutes. I shot about 125 photos of her in m...

It seems I am breaking new ground in bringing photography and painting together in my larger-than-life portraits and mixed media artwork. Th...