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This pain is so familiar
(we were all children once)
I let it ride my back. I offer it in,

My work tries to show that good art can be found in many a dark corner. It just has to be discovered, played with, nurtured, and appreciated.

Visitors fortunate enough to have seen “The Moon Has No Home” were introduced to a striking new perspective on an art form that has enthralled interested viewers since the 1854 opening of Japan to the West. The show’s very title hints at...

Life’s on the wire;
The rest is waiting. I know
I’m alive when I

The stones are grown over with moss,
canker-eaten, illegible even to the sun

The spartan interior of a U.S. Air Force C-130 has uncomfortable web seating. Our gear is strapped to a pallet in the aft section, where clamshell doors yawn open until we accelerate down the runway. This airplane is all business—bare...