How could I write about my art and not put an “H” in front of the word “art”? “H” for (H)art, bridging heart and mind, creates a bridge to the soul. The letter “H” even looks like a bridge. And where would my work be without heart? Without soul? [...]
Part One
First you draw and color because they give you the materials. They sit you at a table and you start scribbling. Then you draw pictures. A house, a tree, clouds, sun, your family. The results are lovingly taped on the walls of your kitchen or your classroom or your bedroom. [...]
I was just re-reading Stuart Wilde where he says in Sixth Sense, “…everything, inner and outer, emits a feeling. And that feeling has an identity; it’s a thumbprint of energy. A building, even though it is inanimate, has a feeling—because emotion and energy were put into the building when it was built.” [...]
When I looked at art as a child, all I did was marvel. I didn’t have opinions. If it was there for me to look at, whether hanging on the walls of a museum, or printed in a book, or illustrating a story, I looked. It wasn’t until I was in my [...]
My date was driving around looking for a certain middle-eastern restaurant somewhere in Greenwich Village. It was our first date, so there was a sense of something new, or the possibility of newness. The weather was especially fine. It was the start of July 4th weekend and the streets were packed. Snatches of music faded [...]