He was a skinny old man. First thing I say every morning Before my feet hit the floor I'm calling out, "Praise the Lord, oh my soul." I...

I continue to be saddened by the loss of Cynthia Layne. What a voice (can still hear her voice alone, but that is no way the whole of her.)

After dodging three candidates for Governor, I escape to the studio. Here is a fine, sway-backed, highly improbable table. Liked how...

The words of “Fait Dodo”, (an old French lullaby which my mother sang to me, I to my children and they to theirs) are hidden in the...

Almost you lost me; Silly little thing Of inconsequential matters. Underneath, though, I was there. Only when you wiped off My make-up,...

This huge studio is the cat's meow. Am working on large canvasses, scrambling across them on floor, enjoying the process of drawing and...

Yesterday, while listening to the CD “Yo-Yo Ma and Friends”, I heard Amelia Brown, the remarkable Indianapolis contralto, sing out, “This...

So what’s new? Well, yesterday we caught the weekly van- ride to the grocery store, PO, Bank, what have you. (At 91 and 87, neither...

From the Preface to Finding Your Way: When the photographer Jacob Katz was in Guatemala, two little girls of the village adopted him. ...

So many artists live here that our residential Inn, Dirigo Pines, is having a show of our work in October. My studio walls are covered...