About My Mother

I don't like my mother. I love her, but I don't like the person she has become. I often think that my life would be better if I lived at a careful distance from her, if I didn't see her every day. Let me illustrate... Vincent catches up with his mother in the kitchen after … Continue reading About My Mother

The Artist’s Sensitivity

To be an artist, you don't have to be depressed most of the time, but you do have to nurture your sensitivity. A butterfly flies by. You marvel at it. Music flows out of a window. You catch the notes, you play them in your mind. The clouds assume fantastic shapes. You peer at them, … Continue reading The Artist’s Sensitivity