From the Blog
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Breakneck California
I always said that I wanted to live in California, but it was kind of one of those things you just say. The, let’s say condition, of the world made international travel impossible for me this year, so I’ve been spending time traipsing around my own country instead of trying out my French or Italian
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Digital & traditional tug-of-war — Which is better?
Is traditional art better than digital art? Which one makes me more of an “artist?” Should I stop spending so much time creating images on my iPad and spend more time with a brush in my hand? These are the questions I’ve asked myself over the course of my art life. My artistic roots were
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Chinatown: I Don’t Belong, But I Feel Like I Do
The only way I can describe this week so far is breakneck. I feel like I’ve seen more of California in a week than some Californians do in their lives. On Sunday we went to Big Trees, where we saw towering California redwoods. On Wednesday, we drove to Lake Tahoe and hiked a mountain. And
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Cheeky Trip to Utqiaġvik
The most expensive and weirdest trip I’ve ever taken, or will ever take, is probably Utqiaġvik. America’s northernmost settlement used to be called Barrow, to make it easier for Anglophones to pronounce. But in 2016, the Iñupiat majority of the town were finally able to reclaim the village’s original name, Utqiaġvik, whose meaning is unclear
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Happiness & Art
“Happiness is better than art.” So says a music teacher at the beginning of the 1944 movie Gaslight, urging his student to abandon her singing in favor of getting married. As an artist, the line caught my ear, and I’ve remembered it ever since. Is happiness really better than art? With so many tortured and
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