Addressing boo-boos
Dear Artist, I apologize for the confusion I caused by illustrating Tuesday’s letter with the compositional…
Dear Artist, I apologize for the confusion I caused by illustrating Tuesday’s letter with the compositional…
Dear Artist, Last night, while on jury duty, my fellow juror and I agreed the…
Dear Artist, Certain thought circles are taking a new approach to the creative rut. Instead…
Betsy Horn grew up in Texas and California, and lives in Fort Worth, Texas. She…
Dear Artist, On Sunday Elaine Caulton wrote, “I have tried to find out what the…
Dear Artist, Every so often someone lets me know that times are bad for artists.…
Dear Artist, Recent studies of teenagers’ use of cellphones and other electronic devices have revealed…
Dear Artist, If your intention is to make unique, somewhat abstracted works with a distinctive…
Dear Artist, Peter Newton of Norwich, UK, wrote, “What do I need to do to…
At a recent soirée of old friends and colleagues there was a politician whose acquaintance I had made back in high school. He was a jerk then and, as far as I can see, he’s a jerk now. I found myself pleasantly moving around the room and not making eye contact with him. As a matter of fact, through the whole party I was blind to his existence. To my last Scotch I successfully avoided the renewal of our acquaintance.