A Lost Sense of Wonder

A few weeks late to the game, I got to see Interstellar the other night and despite high hopes, I found it wanting. The hodgepodge of science, pseudo-science and fudged nonsense needled at me. But, I could have ignored these if the Interstellar offered something I wanted in return. But, whatever else its problems,  Interstellar failed…

The Thief of Arts

The smell of oil paints fills me with longing. The last time I used them it was twenty years ago. My “intermediate painting” teacher brought us outside for our final class – a Springtime treat. Before that, my work had been clumsy and hesitant and indoors. I always had trouble with yellows despite, or because…