Maokong I

  It was overcast the morning my son and I rode the Wenshan Line standing room only to the zoo Continue reading →

Consolatio

Jorge Royan has floated off to his next adventure, and we who remain have much to contemplate about our remarkable Continue reading →

Ode to My Sakura Koi Watercolor Field Box

Ode to My Sakura Koi Watercolor Field Box I love you my rainbow in a box of endless possibilities, your Continue reading →

If Only Eyebrows Were Wings!

There they stand, two towers of the Mexican art world in black and white, different as night and day, dark Continue reading →

Indigo Blues

For months, I had a sense of something disturbing. I’d be watering the tomatoes, stomping to Caspar Babypants with a Continue reading →

All the World’s Not Necessarily a Page

“…my sketchbooks are very precious to me, and I can’t imagine losing one. It would be like losing a part of Continue reading →

Is it Tuesday or Duende?

We’ve lost track of time here in Andalucía. Or rather, we have a magical sense of it. Sure, there’s the Continue reading →

Limones

¡Bienvenidos!  Welcome to the first course of Still Life with Tortillas.  You may be surprised to learn, especially if you Continue reading →