It was my grandfather who told me to pick something as a career that could be done for the rest of my life. I felt instantly smart in my choice of becoming an artist, even if at times I still question it. It is, if nothing else, something I can do for the rest of … More Longevity
“But the artist… speaks to our capacity for delight and wonder, to the sense of mystery surrounding our lives; to our sense of pity, and beauty, and pain; to the latent feeling of fellowship with all creation — and to the subtle but invincible conviction of solidarity that knits together the loneliness of innumerable hearts, … More The Role of the Artist in Society (if there is one)
Any art show where the promotional image includes the words “light of my life/ go fuck yourself” in neon pink is one I have to go see. Upon viewing Denver-based artist Scott Young’s “Gas Light Love Bomb” solo exhibition at the newly opened K Contemporary in Denver, I can say now that it did not … More Art to See: Scott Young at K Contemporary
Parenting is no joke. I know a lot of people liken it to a really hard job, but I don’t see it that way. Parenting is more like a spiritual practice for me. The fortitude, patience and faith it requires are more akin to one seeking enlightenment than a job you go to every day. … More In which I veer off topic and talk about parenting.
Today I had a realization. I was sitting at my acupuncture appointment, with my four month old baby on my lap,. He’s cooing and kicking and wiggling and laughing, while I’ve got needles stuck in me in an attempt to clear out a nasty headache that had set in with the heat wave this week. … More The List of Undone Things
Life with a new baby is rather slow. Despite constant reminders by well meaning Baby Boomers how quickly your children’s lives go by, I find my days creeping along, at once mindless and wonderful. The baby learns to smile and interact amidst the endless diaper changes in a day. He sleeps on me, not in his crib, so I … More When life slows down
One of the most profound moments of my artistic career happened not with a great mentor or inspiring artist. It happened, instead, with a professor I quite detested at the time for their negativity, cynicism, and angst. I never took another class from her, in fact. But their advice to me in that moment was … More Being The Artist You Are