Night fell particularly dark on the East Side of Providence. One fall semester, 1992. My…
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The rumble of thunder wakes me. 2am. Our small state is burdened by rain, again.…
The past couple of weeks I have had to hit the road a bit. Vermont…
Magic according to The Mouse. Enter a Disney Park and the hard winter months seemed…
A weighty gray November day. Our small house on the hill is encased in a…
I have been preparing for an upcoming local solo exhibit. A small show but important…
The woods appeared dense and dark outside my studio window early Saturday morning. Ominous to…
A passion. A profession. The business of art. A daily artistic survival juggling act. Advantageous…