As a kid, Rembrandt was probably not only the first artist’s name I ever heard, but also the nicest nick-name I was ever called. Then, as an art student Grif’s…
When the weather first breaks in Ohio, be it March or April, there are several things I do to initiate the return of the warm south wind. Usually it’s Stella…
Some things, like spring, just can’t be ruined. Case in point, right now I’m listening to Couperin’s Pièces de Clavecin played on the piano: a musical oxymoron, of sorts. But…
Last night was one of those nights when everything was going fine until… In this case, it was until we were discussing the menu for tonight while driving home from…
One of the joys of being a traveling artist is sharing the trip with friends like you. It’s such a thrill to let you see what I see through my…
This week I feel sort of like Dorothy after returning to Kansas from Oz. It’s great to be home with family, friends and pets, sleeping in my own bed, but…
Thanks for keeping me company on my Winter in Provence. When I rise Monday morning in Akron, I hope there’s nothing to report like getting to the train station in…
The balance of my hours in Provence were happily spent doing what I came to do. In the morning I made a pilgrimage to Thoronet, a Cistercian abbey built at…
I’m up early today with ringing bells and cooing pigeons, comme d’habitude. Tomorrow morning at this time I’ll be von Trapping it to Aix to snag the wonder-train back to Paris.…
Traveling alone in a foreign country has given me inordinate amounts of time to reflect and reevaluate: maybe too much. Although the plan was to paint this little town, today…
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