It is the most intimate — to work alongside someone, to battle a painting openly, vulnerably, and to fill the empty studio with Tosca and Coltrane and Madame Butterfly and — one of my favorites ever since we worked that day and roasted a flaky lemony fish with crisply pan-fried potatoes and sipped on Chardonnay that I found that day in Rio and I lit some candles and you offered to fold the napkins, “I know what I’m doing!” you said, laughing, and jazz filled the space while I took a photo of you standing, silhouetted against the wall of half-painted canvas, battling that Belgian linen square, and I smiled, perhaps already knowing that I’d want to remember this night once you were gone — Ornette Coleman.
An invitation to be in the moment
This morning we decided on a spontaneous trip to Baker Beach with our two-year-old son.
Our city by the bay is done with Summer. That summertime fog that we wake up to is no more.
Homeward bound after a month in the USA
One day-One Hour- One Minute- It will happen. It is inevitable. Except it already has.
Top 10 Things To Do In San Francisco
If you live in San Francisco, you know to avoid Eddy and Leavenworth Street... *stab*
Wrote this the day after the attacks in Paris but was reminded of it this morning when I read the news about the bombing in Turkey
In Search of Color