There was an art supply store that my dad used to take me to when I was little. It was an amazing place on Rampart Boulevard! I don’t know why we went there or how many times we went, but I clearly remember the place: brown, older, and high-class looking (for my 10-year-old eyes, at…
Challenges in the art life are good
Last month, for Lent, I challenged myself to post my art on Instagram for 40 days. The decision came after an experience I had while attending a Catholic conference that a friend invited me to, where the speaker spoke about how the simple fact that we were born meant that we are automatically loved and…