In esteem for the nature of love this Valentine’s Day, I asked people to recall memories mixing love and theater.

In a time when we’re all so lonely and disconnected, the market moves in offering to fill us all with the love we’ve been missing.

Learning a video editing program had been on my to-do list for a while, but I removed that shit from the list when I really realized how hard it is to learn. I’m just not into it.

I sat there astounded by the motion of the sea and my mind was led to a thought that this world has been and will forever be in perpetual motion.

I just can’t get over how fucking enjoyable my life is. What happened was this: I became surrounded by wonderful people.

The real goal of a performance isn’t necessarily to be liked. For good or for bad, live performance should be about letting something happen.

Clothing designs are not protected under copyright law and resale is permitted under the first sale doctrine.

Immediacy is the new medium. Back when people didn’t have a million distractions, they had all the time and attention span in the world to make a painting.

Like most people, I’ve got a number of scars, each with its own story. Each reminds me of the challenges and triumphs presented to us on a daily basis.

Take all that you learned in J school about inverted pyramid, ledes and sourcing, and on top of that try to be funny. It’s not easy at all.

People are too caught up with the quality of their image while forgetting the story it tells or the feelings it invokes.

From Edie Everette’s “I Am An Artist” series.

Do I have the right to reproduce in my book a copy of the envelope that these letters arrived in?

How does an artist pursue their dream while also paying rent? For me the answer lies within these three concepts: discipline, routine, and passion.

The assertively patient Miller is from the school of thought where you don’t allow yourself a backup plan to fall on. He goes after what he wants and gets it, all the while feeling like he hasn’t achieved anything particularly special.

Why would someone who freely writes about the most private things in her life feel panicky when asked about those very things in public?