My Fairy-Tale Life, by Steven Boone

Once again, the work has taken a turn—into a new series of colorful expressionist pieces. Throughout more than forty years of creating, I ha...

For years, friends and readers have encouraged me to bring together my writing, photography, and art into one work. At last it is done. Back...

They say bridges connect what’s been separated, but sometimes they just break and leave you gaping—literally. My bridge, the dental kind, di...

What art awakens in us, and how it matters Amedeo Modigliani,  Nu Couché (Reclining Nude) 1917 When I posted on Facebook an AI-generated i...

Painting on the island of Kauaʻi, Hawaii, 2001 For four decades, my workdays were mostly spent with paint and brush, shaping canvases into w...

Having lived most of my life in North America where four distinct seasons mark the year, I am still adjusting to the rhythm of only two in M...

After a month away, the arc of our travels has closed—New Mexico’s familiar mesas, Minnesota’s lakes, and now back to Oaxaca.  We landed saf...

  Two weeks slipped by since my last post—sunlit and full, with the kind of quiet richness that unfolds when one returns to old ground with ...

New Mexico again—the land of wide skies, long shadows, and a heartbeat that still echoes in my bones. Albuquerque was the first stop: a swee...

From rogue taxis to Diego’s grave, tracing art, memory, and spirit through Roma Norte Plaza Río de Janeiro Amy and I parted ways on Monday, ...