The curtain pulls back, and there's no show to be seen. 🐚I painted Intermission in two parts. The first step was in March of last year, and in that version I had a very bland...

There is a well somewhere in the hills, but it cannot be used to get water....

A valley through which all souls travel twice. A road littered by the things cast off by weary travelers going home. A place where some linger and others slip away to see what awaits beyond the path....

I stood at the shore of a river that cut through the mountain like a knife, beneath a narrow sliver of sky so gray. The water, clear of color and intent, having stripped the dirt from the...