The Work of an Artist

How does one explain art, an action committed for the very lack of words? If I could say it, why would I paint it? [Read more…]

Dear God, thank you for this crummy job

I remember the days when I bounded out of bed, ready to seize the day.

Back then, work was a joy. My coworkers banded together as we found new solutions to fix problems. My chain of command was empowering. My duties were challenging and fresh, engaging my mind and abilities. That was yesterday. [Read more…]