The enthusiasm of youthful artists is really something. I can see the spark of amusement in the eyes of older artists when I talk to them. Sometimes... I am the older artist, and let me tell you - that's a... Continue Reading →
I remember having a long-standing and spirited debate with a friend of mine when I was only sixteen. Just a shot in the dark, here, but I'm guessing most sixteen-year-olds don't enter into deep theological arguments supported by Platonic logic... Continue Reading →
Yeah, no. I'm not actually going to tell you what to do with your life, let alone your art supplies. Just not that kinda girl. You got your paints, and you gonna do what you wanna do... but here's what I've... Continue Reading →
