Art, Poetry & Essays • But not necessarily in that order.
Over the years, I’ve seen a number of Mark Rothko paintings. I’ve visited them in museums in San Francisco, New York, and Los Angeles. And as I tried to stand quietly before the paintings, I have often become conscious of the artificial environment—a Rothko hanging next to a Pollock like a guest at a cocktail party—and I […]
I love crayons. I can’t get enough of them. Particularly Crayola crayons. Crayons are great for coloring existing drawings, but feel limited when I try to create a drawing from scratch. I like to have hard edge black lines and that’s difficult to do with crayons. About two years ago, I fell in love charcoal […]
The person we present to the world and the person we feel ourselves to be is often very different. The person inside longs to be made visible, to be seen, heard, and felt. The person inside squeezes into a small space in our hearts, cramped, perhaps squirming to get outside. I’m fortunate to have pen […]
