In the art world, and in most places of life, change can come as fast as a tsunami wave--and my reaction to change may be compared to the terror of standing on the beach, watching the incoming wall of water, and wondering if I really am prepared for what's ahead of me. The analogy is imperfect. A tsunami would likely have killed me. The changes in my…
A philosophical thought... A friend of mine brought up this probing question-Is writing dangerous?-yesterday while we sat in a circle of poets, lyricists, fiction and nonfiction prose writers. The thought hadn't really occurred to me to ponder until that moment. And so we did ponder it, over frozen yogurt in honor of spring's warmth. Is it dangerous to spend so much time writing? Hours and hours spent creating,…
A friend of mine recently noticed that a painting in my dining room was an original with my name in the corner. He told me that he wanted to know more about the part of me that studied and loved painting, not just the isolated section of me that identifies with stories and being a wordsmith. Another friend asked me, how does my love for painting,…