Art is not eternal
Our job as artists is to speak to the living, not to worry about what happens to our work when we’re dead.
Monday Morning Art School: feel the love
I had an idea for a Christmas exercise, but when I saw what Sue Baines made, I asked if I could share it instead. It’s far more exciting.
All Flesh is as Grass
All flesh is like grass and all its glory like the flower of grass. The grass withers, and the flower falls…
Intimations of spring
What’s a poor New Englander to do when both days and nights turn bitter? Think spring; it’s really right around the corner.
Monday Morning Art School: please learn to draw
Drawing is the cheapest and most liberating of all media. All you need is a sketchbook, a mechanical pencil, and a straight-edge.