My Fairy-Tale Life, by Steven Boone

I seek to be submerged in a limitless ocean and this is what I call THE DREAM. In THE DREAM I am observer as well as all the...

The high desert terrain stretched all around me as far as the eye could see—rolling hills dotted by short, round, Pinon and...

Me, in Venice, 2007 Time sometimes flies like a bird, sometimes crawls like a snail; but a man is happiest when he does not even not...

If there is any doubt that art shapes our way of seeing the world, a recent experience of mine will shed light. Yesterday, m...

Some people thrive on surprise and are more willing to take risks, other folks are the opposite—more comfortable with predictabilit...

On occasion, I have been able to see into another dimension—a spiritual realm of greater reality. It is a place that transcends the mat...

An unseen hand is holding my fragile life. I can feel it. A little more than a year ago my beloved father passed away, and then my wife...

Hare Krishna people, chanting in downtown Denver, Colorado Life is seldom what we expect. For instance, I packed my artwork in my v...

Venice Reflections , oil on board, 20 x 16 inches I love the word élan. When I make private affirmations of inner qualities I like ...

Nepal Earthquake Last night I went with a friend to a benefit that she organized to raise money for the victims of the ear...

Every woman has masculinity and every man has femininity. This is how the sexes relate—otherwise, there could be no unde...