Sometimes words don’t matter. You can say whatever you want — it goes in one ear and out the other, no matter who you talk to, no matter the topic. Lecture notwithstanding, the words just flutter out into nothingness. Chipmunks…
The minute that businesses started closing or asking employees to work from home, when stay-at-home became the new way to say quarantine, a whole army of motivational gurus began spouting about how we could all take advantage of this “extra”…
Crisis is supposed to bring us together, isn’t it? Or tear us apart? Or fling us off the earth into space? Seems like almost anything is possible, and even otherwise reasonable people are beginning to fray around the edges. Blame…
Even introverts can’t stay indoors all the time, and now that we’re supposed to stay home, I have a constant urge to shop.
When even a minimalist work seems to be alive, full of motion…well, that’s how Reclining Woman and Guitarist, 1959, Pablo Picasso, linocut on paper, strikes me. You can see it in Ohio’s Akron Museum, if it is on display while…
