I  have a bit of a stiff neck, and I haven’t taken the time to work out much this week.  I shrug it off as a temporary situation.  I’m sure when all of this passes, I’ll get…

Until recently, I have never been inclined to follow politics. I have always thought that weeding through what is truth and what is fiction in the political arena would be more than a full time…

It was not easy to leave. Only the draw of my family got me on the plane. I know I will go back. This time I needed to go alone. Next time, I hope my…

…so much to say and no charge on my MAC.  May have to resort to pen and paper! Hoping to find a better adapter in the morning and will check in from the airport.  Breathing…

Winding down is such sweet sorrow.  The frenzy of painting, knowing the count down was on, produced a whirl of debris on the studio floor… and some on the walls.  Eat, paint, eat, paint, eat, drink, sleep.…

I had a sitter coming to the studio at 11. I got the message at breakfast that she couldn’t make it. I contemplated yet another self-portrait, but I was tired of looking at myself. There…

It’s September 11th.  How long will we remember where we were on this date? A lifetime for most of us I suppose. I spent the day reading about war today.  Yesterday on the bus, I realized how…

What a day.  We traveled to Orvieto to see the art, then to Todi, mostly for cocktails.  On the way from Orvieto to Todi – I’m really not sure how it came up – but Hitler was…

I stayed quiet this morning.  One of the artists suggested a critique. I knew I would be opting out.  My iPod and I were headed to the studio.  Giovanni’s was closed, and the town seemed to still be…

I want to be fabulous by now.  I want all of my hurdles to be squashed and see myself dancing into a Picasso’esk kind of moment.  I want to recognize the appropriate use of bold color in…