Nothing beats reading the Sunday New York Times when it usually arrives at around 8 in the evening…
Sometimes when I take a photograph I have the idea of something that came before me in my mind. Sometimes the similarity of my…
Until I was around 16 I painted. I was considered good enough that I had a couple of teachers. One of them, in Mexico…
There is the cliché (and I love clichés because by their very nature they work) that we call: the artist and his…