hover over the photo above then click through for a peek into the artist’s studio We live our lives in and within structures. From the house we call home, to the universe itself, to our very bodies, structure has…
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The days are slowly growing shorter. Kids are going back to school, the lush green of summer has begun to fade. The transition from summer’s ease into the bounty of Fall is here. The paintings of Austin artist Patrick…
There’s an ongoing struggle between Mr. F and I. Or should I say between me and Mr. F’s inability to relax, to chill, to sit and do nothing. It seems like we are constantly on the go, even on…
As Mr. F and I travel, we are in search of a place to call home. In each new spot, we find something that we love. If we could, we would piece together our favorite breakfast place from Idaho,…
We’re currently in a state of limbo. That window when our time in one place is winding down while we’re beginning the journey on to the next. Right now, we have one foot in California and one ready to…
There often two sides to every story. And every place. As we travel and live in so many different places, we see the good and the not so good in each. In his Weaving Landscapes, Toronto artist Shawn Skeir creates…
It can be strange the way we can move so effortlessly between worlds, blending seamlessly from work to home, city to country. In these paintings by Polish artist Grazyna Smalej, small figures seem to slip in and out of…
Our experiences shape who we are. Who we are colors our perceptions. We see the world through a lens tinted by who we are, what we believe, what has happened to us, our fears, our passions. The paintings of…
Melting happens when the ions or molecules in a solid break down to a less ordered state. I feel like we could learn a thing or two from that giving way to a chaotic existence. The abstract paintings by…
Busyness. For a long time we seemed to pride ourselves on it, comparing schedules at dinner parties like trading war stories. Somewhere along the line we were brainwashed into thinking busyness = importance, worth, value. But really the opposite…