
Bemused by the Bidet
Today is our last day in Spain and while R works on his profoundly beautiful watercolor of a wine press Continue reading
Today is our last day in Spain and while R works on his profoundly beautiful watercolor of a wine press Continue reading
I Painted with Turmeric Paste It had been several years since we’d been up on the Sunshine Coast of British Columbia. Continue reading
It’s been a while since I last wrote. Allow me to catch you up. Near the end of August, when Continue reading
For months, I had a sense of something disturbing. I’d be watering the tomatoes, stomping to Caspar Babypants with a Continue reading
“You embrace me and I forget you because we are one and will go on facing the wind together…” Pablo Continue reading
A self-appointed expert once told me that there are two kinds of bamboo, clumpers and travelers. Clumpers, like the handsome Continue reading
“…my sketchbooks are very precious to me, and I can’t imagine losing one. It would be like losing a part of Continue reading
We’ve lost track of time here in Andalucía. Or rather, we have a magical sense of it. Sure, there’s the Continue reading