The Performing Arts: Real
I’m an English major. I’ve read all of Shakespeare’s plays and sonnets (although don’t ask me for details about all those 150 sonnets). And the
I’m an English major. I’ve read all of Shakespeare’s plays and sonnets (although don’t ask me for details about all those 150 sonnets). And the
I’ve been interested in music and theater for as long as I can remember. When I was 6 or 7 years old I attended a
This past Saturday was my last oil-painting class, and I have finished the fourth version of this landscape. My instructor assures me this is the
I had dinner with my sister and brother this past weekend, and we were discussing (as one does) life. How do you know when you’ve
In my painting class this week one of the other pupils remarked on my ability and interest in reworking the same basic scene. He himself
If there’s anything I’ve learned from being creative, it’s that you don’t just stay here. Like in the song, you move on — beyond the photo,
I had a gas reading this book. Brenda Clough maintains she writes historical SF, maybe too confining a label? She has set a number of
Greetings, genre fiction fans. Welcome to Cover Stories in which an author shares a book, what’s on its cover, a hint of what’s inside and
One of the things that I am prone to (I remember now!) is green. Somehow everything I paint in oils is very, very green. I
Here is the studio in the underground S. Dillon Ripley Center at the Smithsonian Institution in Washington, DC. An, oh dear, now I remember. There’s
The first thing to do when you decide to make something? Go shopping! Only the highest and most abstruse creativity calls for no equipment at
This series of posts first appeared in 2018. What it displays is my butterfly quality. I flit! And in this series, I flitted back to

It is said of modern novels that, whatever other problems the characters have, at least they have a lot of sex. This cannot be said