The biggest culture shock usually hits when I return home.

This is the first post in December, the last month of the year, and it was supposed to show drawings of “Saints on a Bridge.” But then...

It is always a pleasure to arrive – anywhere - in Havana or Reykjavik, or Rome.

The lack of warmth in her expression reminded me of some nuns I had the misfortune of encountering during childhood.

Everyone who is reading this is doubtless aware of the catastrophic storms and floods that have crippled the Province of Valencia.

Often the biggest obstacle the students faced was their own fear of making mistakes.

Several days ago, I posted two images that showed the beginning of the transformation of a portrait of a woman, the result of a challenge.

During a career as a professional artist for the past 50 years, I have become accustomed to painting unexpected subjects.

Years ago I stopped trying to understand dreams, those invisible visitors, and just painted them as best I could.

If I wrote well enough to write a poem, I would write a poem about Playing.

Many men, especially American men, don’t realize that we Italian women love to be looked at.

In my last post I wrote about the Kalevala, Finland’s national epic and about Akseli Gallen-Kallela.

It unfolds in a harsh and beautiful landscape of dense green forests and snow-covered lakes.

When you draw or paint in public, people become curious.

Spain is the noisiest country I have ever lived in.

Of the six brothers, Patrick is the one who most loved fishing.

The cab driver at the airport in Havana was confused when I asked him to drive us to O'Reilly Street.

"It’s just not easy to explain to someone else what you don’t understand yourself."

Jennie Doherty was 30 years old when she sailed out of Belfast Harbor in 1914.

We’ll use a few symbols to paint an inner portrait.