Truth & Beauty, My Flower Paintings
If “Beauty is truth, truth, beauty,” as Keats’ poem claims, then what do my paintings of flowers, my attempt to …
If “Beauty is truth, truth, beauty,” as Keats’ poem claims, then what do my paintings of flowers, my attempt to …
When poet Jorie Graham was three-years-old, she swirled her fingers through her mother’s still-wet oil painting. Her horrified mother picked …
I read a brilliant piece in The New York Times this morning about how suffering hides in plain sight. The …
Every day I spend listening to music, sometimes stretches as long as five or more hours at a time, while …
I feel like I’ve been ship-wrecked at sea for the past four years and finally have reached the shore. I …
I am happy to report that at least in one very narrow slice of life, truth and love has indeed …
This has become my mantra in recent months: ‘Truth and Love wins.” It’s what gets me through the day when …
From “Peter Quince at the Clavier” by Wallace Stevens. Just as my fingers on these keys Make music, so the …