Pure escapism. Creative? Sure. Your daydreams are for you. Go ahead and write them into stories, if you’re a writer.…
Have you ever been in the middle of a great dream, woken up, and then wished you could go back…
When you don’t know how they work be prepared to make puddles. I understand teachers have only so much time…
Thank you, all my teachers. And thank you, their families. Mr. Mills recently passed away. He was my high school…
It’s the moment your teen uses your words – playing the sax is the same to me as writing is…
The beauty, strength, and frailty of soapstone first came to me in high school. Instead of the rough elementary attempt,…
Years ago, I laughed when I heard my high school was offering photography as a credited course. Really, taking pictures…
I like both, although sometimes the plasticine smells. Clay feels more artsy. Plasticine more childhood fun. Clay…the pressure not to…
You are unique and what you do with your life and creative nature is yours and yours alone. Even should…
Still learning the scales. Still looking at my fingers. Still figuring out the proper hand form and key pressure. Holding…