While Mr. Forager and I had originally made plans to trek to Big Bear over the weekend, a thick blanket of snow and us sans the CA law required snow chains, along with a sick-with-a-cold Mr. Forager led to…
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Perhaps it is my current state of semi-homelessness and this somewhat vagabond life we’ve chosen. Or perhaps it’s the feeling of taking home with me wherever I go. Whatever the cause, I was immediately enchanted by French photographer Laurent…
You know how sometimes you aren’t immediately blown away by an artist’s work, but then you sit and look at it for a while and realize it’s freakin’ amazing? Yeah, that’s what happened to me with the artist I’m…
Through my travels with Mr. Forager, I’m always struck by the many similarities there are to be found in such vastly different landscapes. And how, the elements of each interact with one another in a very specific way. The…
Mr. Forager has just completed a course on Women’s Studies, in preparation to pursue a Master’s Degree, so we’ve had some interesting discussions around the dinner table of late. There’s been talk of women’s rights, gender equality, etc. It…
Since Mr. Forager & I made our trek West from Florida over a year and a half ago, I hadn’t been back to my hometown. So we took advantage of finally being semi-close to a major airport, counted up…
So much of our communication these days is in a non-face-to-face fashion. We text, email, Facebook, and Twitter each other, but the subtleties of expression and eye contact is lost, making these a poor substitute for a live chat…
In the creative world, there is a great deal of pressure placed on creatives to produce works of great meaning. After all, art has to be about something, doesn’t it? If the artist has nothing to say, then what is…
I am completely in love with the graphic illustrative quality of Seonna Hong’s work. Which is why she’s being featured in my Artist Watch over on Escape Into Life today! Check it out here! Seonna Hong on Escape Into…
When I was taking painting courses in college, we were required to stretch our own canvases. At first, I was pretty horrible at canvas stretching.. as in there were about a gazillion staples in each side of the canvas!…