My Fairy-Tale Life, by Steven Boone

I found her among skeletons, ravens, and a very odd assortment of other characters. She wears a cute blue dress and stands in a yard unde...

From my perch atop the wood fence behind my tenement apartment in Chicago, Illinois, if I spied the delivery man driving through the...

I abandoned my art gallery today and joined a procession of pilgrims. This weekend Santa Fe hosts the International Folk Art Marke...

Almost everyone has known the pleasure of gazing in glass store windows. There is a name for it: “window shopping”. The allure is in t...

I fell asleep thinking of lions. They prowled the area of Ngorongoro Crater in Tanzania, Africa where my tent was pitched near the rim. In ...

The ancient Greeks believed Chaos was the first thing to exist from which the primordial deities came; including Gaia, the ancestral mot...

Know Thyself. 
- Socrates True loss is for him whose days have been spent in utter ignorance of his self. -Baha'u'llah I ...

A parade of young people have been entering my gallery and making an impression on me. Most often, their parents have been with them. The B...

“Art is never finished, only abandoned.” -Leonardo da Vinci During the course of creating art, a time comes when the work nears complet...

  Golden Path , oil on linen, 24x18 inches  "How long did it take you to paint that?" I have heard this question many times...

  A dazzling sunset is food for my soul. The fiery spectacle is fleeting and lasts but a short while before turning to dusk and then bl...