For the first time in a long while, I put a “watch this space” teaser post onto my social media account about an upcoming theatrical production that I will be directing. And I suppose it’s only fair to warn my blogosphere connections as well, that thespian geekery, nerditude, and wonkiness is likely to interrupt myContinue reading “Watch This Space”
Even winter — the hardest season, the most implacable — dreams, as February creeps on, of the flame that will presently melt it away. Everything tires with time, and starts to seek some opposition, to save it from itself. Clive Barker Never been much of a fan of calendar months dictating behavior. I don’t makeContinue reading “The Great Gray Midpoint”
It seems like everybody who’s anybody is trying to find a way to help the modern populace get a little bit closer to understanding the work of Vincent Van Gogh. Which makes writing about him here all the more intimidating. I’ve literally been sitting on this post for three days, trying to come up withContinue reading “The Game of Gogh”
I can’t speak for all of America, but in my limited (undergrad, a long long time ago) sexology, sociology and psychology studies, we seem to have a reluctant relationship with public displays of nudity. In particular those of us who were raised in a religious tradition where covering parts of the body that are keyContinue reading “Through A Glass Darkly”
A significant debate ensued inside my traveling companion and my bubble over the guy in red in this famous Toulouse-Lautrec piece. Is this Lautrec adding himself to his own painting? And more importantly, does it matter? Shot on Pixel 6 Pro.
Doing the audit-my-year retrospective analysis thing with the aid of going through old Google photos, and came across this gem. Nothing brightens my day like a good dose of Japanese English.
“It doesn’t feel like Christmas,” my daughter pondered aloud on Festivus (Christmas Eve Eve, if you prefer). After a few moments of trying to put her finger on it, she decided, “It’s because it got here too quickly.” I stopped myself from going into a long, tangential monologue about accursed Time, saving her yet anotherContinue reading “So That Was Christmas”
Spent the morning surrounded by the works of this force of nature, Suzanne Valadon — a much sought-after model who became an excellent painter in her own right (despite the protests of the male artists and bloated critics around her). Among other fingerprints she placed in her art (which we could discuss at great length,Continue reading “Model, Painter, Rebel”
Ain’t no sunshine when she’s goneIt’s not warm when she’s awayAin’t no sunshine when she’s goneAnd she’s always gone too longAnytime she’s goes away Bill Withers If you’re a regular reader, you are aware that my eldest furry resident has been angling to keep me away from all thoughts and actions in any way wanderlusty.Continue reading “And This House Just Ain’t No Home”
I have a few rituals when I check into my temporary lodgings while on a faraway adventure, but today’s shot is dedicated to my two favorites. First, I love to soak up that delicious emotion of not knowing where anything is, and having to feel your way around an often labyrinthine floor plan, where everyContinue reading “Hotel Habits”