Fledgling red wing blackbird All the years I was a writer and especially when I was working on my one published novel (there are others in boxes or my computer files), I discovered an odd emotion that came when I knew a passage was right. Dead-on right. When the pieces clicked together not in the “well-made” sense, which is death to good writing, but in … Continue reading That Certain Feeling
I was a writer for many years – corporate writing, technical writing, editing, free-lance journalism. I penned the occasional poem or short story and eventually wrote novels and full-length plays. I’m still a writer, but no longer for money. I’ve graduated to being the fledgling artist that I am these days, satisfying a deeper and older creative urge. When I was a writer – and … Continue reading Notes from the “What the Hell – Why Not?” School of Painting
The holidays are over, and it’s time to get back to work. Seriously, back to work. Yesterday, I took a walk through the neighborhood to check out some new shops in an area of funky old buildings in Old Town San Diego that are being redone, and I happened on a color and design bonanza at Cal Soul Apparel and Vintage Aloha Shirts. I was … Continue reading Art Is Where You Find It, and You Can Find It Everywhere
Art and Tulips 