My Fairy-Tale Life, by Steven Boone

To be honest, the skeleton motif took me by surprise here in Mexico and then I stayed with it ⏤ creating about a dozen paintings so far. Cer...

  It is one thing to photograph people. It is another to make others care about them by revealing the core of their humanness.   - Paul Stra...

  A colorful hand sewn blouse or dress, worn by a welcoming woman or young lady, offering traditional waters of chilacayota, horchata, jamai...

The last time I was in a sweat ceremony was in 1972 on the Pine Ridge Sioux Reservation in South Dakota, USA. Twenty years old, I had gone w...

  I more clearly see an ending to this journey, with each day bringing me closer to a final scene. I want whatever time is left to be meanin...

I was slightly fearful of creating this particular unforgettable experience. I spoke with a psychologist about going to Rio de Janeiro for c...

For the first time since we moved to Mexico almost three years ago my daughter Sarah is visiting us. Our house has plenty of room and we are...

Final Voyage , oil on linen, 30 x 48 inches My most recent painting had a surprising genesis. Amy and I were at a special museum exhibit in ...

When our neighbor Mayolo understood that Amy and I needed frames for our paintings in our little village in southern Mexico, he said, “I can...

  The hour before sunset is especially magical to my eyes. The light is softer and seems to take a rosy cast. Long shadows race across the l...

The central district of Oaxaca is about a forty minute drive from our home on the outskirts of town. The trip would take about half the time...