My Fairy-Tale Life, by Steven Boone

"Every man's life is a fairy tale written by God's fingers." Hans Christian Andersen

Sunday, March 29, 2015

A Metaphor

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Shadowman amid ruins, Andalucia, Spain A metaphor of my life of the last few months might be a traveler who is on a journey with a...
Sunday, March 22, 2015

Suddenly Vanished

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The most difficult experience in life is separation. At birth, it is the baby being forced apart from the mother, coming from the wom...
Sunday, March 15, 2015

Imagine Love

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Imagine love between a man and a woman in the strongest terms. William Shakespeare (26 April 1564 – 23 April 1616), regarded as the...
Sunday, March 08, 2015

Divided

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The marriage of Heidi of the Mountains and Steven the Artist is ending. It is agreed that love exists, yet various problems plagued the...
Sunday, February 22, 2015

A Circle

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Street photo, Madrid, spain The longer I live, the more often experiences come that make a circle in my life. For instance, I hap...
Sunday, February 15, 2015

Private Sanctuary Of Love

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“Nothing do I perceive, but I perceive God within it, God before it, and God after it.” - Baha'u'llah , (Persian,  November 12 ...
Sunday, February 08, 2015

The Jig

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A few days ago, I received a phone call from one of my mother's caretakers who sounded urgent and exhorted me to think of going straigh...
Sunday, February 01, 2015

You Must Do Something More

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I think that the reason I am still alive, is that I am continuing to work through the veils that are between me and God. And I have...
Sunday, January 25, 2015

The Whole Picture

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Self-Portrait, Berlin 2008. Oil on linen, 24x18 inches. Lately, I have spent time meditating on my life. It is amazing tha...
Sunday, January 18, 2015

All Improvisation

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"January Jazz",  final version, 20 x 16 inches, acrylic on canvas, January 2015 To make an abstract painting is different...
Sunday, January 11, 2015

The Disappearing Passage

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A motif has captivated my imagination since my earliest days as a budding artist: the disappearing passage. As a boy, I sometimes wou...
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