My Fairy-Tale Life, by Steven Boone

It's that time of year when the people of Santa Fe celebrate with an annual fiesta. A spectacular occurrence sets off the festivi...

At the center of my town is a plaza. It is well-used, especially in summer with frequent festivals and music concerts. Santa Fe, New Mex...

  We first met in a little art gallery in Hoi An, Vietnam. The front door on the cobbled street was wide open and I walked in, curious ...

  When my friend Therese saw the likeness of birds in twilight clouds and showed me the photograph she took, I thought to make a painti...

  Saints, shamans, spirit beings, extra-terrestrials, creatures of every type, the sun and moon . . . these are just some of the subj...

 It is a rite of passage each year in Santa Fe, New Mexico. The second weekend in July brings artisans from all over the globe together f...

  I have loved drawing nudes for as long as I have been an artist. It is an age-old practice in western art. Art history books ...

The nineteenth anniversary of the death of my nineteen year old daughter Naomi is nearing—July 5, 2018. After she died I thought of t...

  Can we perceive future events—without proof, conscious reasoning or evidence? This is intuition. Prophecy and clairvoyance are relate...

For years I have been dazzled by skies at sunset. I study the time in the evening when the sun is disappearing and daylight fades. Afte...

It is alarming that people don’t read books much anymore—especially young people. “A number of recent studies have demonstrated that fict...