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It is close to, probably past, the eighteen year anniversary of this blog. Hard to believe. Like a lot of other things these days. There have been times when I thought I couldn’t write any more, as if I was done here. But then something would come up, urge me on. I started this blog when I was visiting my daughter Tamar in Los Angeles one Christmas vacation. I would get a three weeks break between semesters when teaching at the art college in Halifax. The strangest thing at f

Over the years I’ve had a few art heroes. Mark Rothko, Ellsworth Kelly, and of course, Rembrandt. I have been inspired by Diebenkorn’s early abstract paintings, but he isn’t a hero. I don’t know why he doesn’t transcend that boundary, from being great, inspiring, to being a courageous hero. I need to think about that. But now, I have a new hero. Etel Adnan. Not only is her work brave, she is extraordinary as a person. A poet, writer, painter, intelligent in her life and work,

I’ve always been fascinated by language, specifically words, and more specifically proper use of words. Give me a book, or any piece of writing for that matter, and I am either picking out the typos or correcting the grammar. I can’t help it. Even when listening to the radio, I correct, in my mind, the sentences of people who I think should know better. In the fifth grade, we studied sentence structure. Obviously I thought it was great fun, diagraming a sentence. Putting verb