Category: The Storming Bohemian Punks the Muse

I recently cleaned up my painting studio. It was refreshing. Even though I’ve had oodles of available time during the Year of Covid, this is a task I have fastidiously avoided. It looked overwhelming to me. How could I possibly? I would walk into the small studio, not much bigger than a closet.  I’d be Read More

I opened Facebook this morning to find a post from my friend Jerry telling me that his childhood home had been destroyed. Carted off like a pile of discarded mattresses. It left the family years ago, and subsequent ownership had not been kind. There was a fire that gutted the third story. The old edifice Read More