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Dear Artist, A collector of emerging and mid-career art recently told me about the friendships…
Dear Artist, A collector of emerging and mid-career art recently told me about the friendships…
Dear Artist, Yesterday, Melinda Wilde of Gabriola Island, B.C., wrote, “I’m design challenged. I see…
Dear Artist, My mail carrier, a guy about my age with a gentle smile, always…
Dear Artist, We’ve talked a few times about audacity, which is a totally good thing…
Dear Artist, A young friend, who has this fall begun an art degree, received a…
Dear Artist, Last night, Catherine Stock of Rignac, France wrote, “I wonder if you could…
Dear Artist, American writer Rumaan Alam, in a recent interview, revealed that he enjoys writing…
Dear Artist, This morning, Michael Epp of Bowen Island, B.C., wrote, “’Just take away everything…
Near Zion National Park, in the lower left hand corner of Utah is the Kolob reservoir, where at this time of year, an artist can sit at the water’s edge and paint the turning, trembling aspens and the boulders that tumbled there a million years ago. A friend and I had recently decided that while much of what the world is experiencing is toxic right now, one can still nourish oneself on the wind, a paddle and a steep climb.