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The Madonna and me

Many years ago my father took a trip to northern Italy, his mother’s birthplace. My tiny Italian grandmother had arrived in America on a boat, accompanying her new husband after World War I. They settled in my grandfather’s hometown just west of the Missouri river and, as far as I […]

Meeting Georgia

Georgia O’Keefe loved the American Southwest. Her colorful desert landscapes and iconic skulls left an indelible impression on me even when I was very young and first learning to draw and paint. I never quite understood the appeal of that rather bleak, arid landscape until I visited Death Valley a few years ago: […]