Art Is In The Eye…

I invited Erik, my 21-year-old next door neighbor, to the Frieda Kahlo exhibit at San Francisco’s MOMA. He is recuperating from shoulder surgery to repair a lacrosse injury, so a field trip was better than another day in his slings — chair and arm. We had a nice afternoon. I’d seen the exhibit twice before… Continue reading Art Is In The Eye…

My Life And Welcome To It

I reconnected this week with two old friends I haven’t seen in a couple of years. One asked: “And who are you being these days?” The other said: “I figured I should call and find out how you’ve reinventing yourself this time.” Well Kathi and Helen, today I am an artist. You can tell I’m… Continue reading My Life And Welcome To It