Wonder of Others
I stumbled upon an observation. I don’t know where it came from. I was having lunch at a local spot with a dear friend – she is beautiful, expansive and full of wisdom herself. She is a talented painter. I related to her a thought that just came to me — that...
Boris
There was an intimidating figure in film school at NYU, when I was enrolled. He was our directing instructor. He hailed from Moscow, where he had taught at the film school there, the most revered school at the time in the world. He cut a domineering presence, with his...
Chats With Dead Artists
Carl Jung was writing to his friend about “The Red Book,” a record of his mystical journeying. He mentioned that its contents would be viewed as pure madness if they were not contained within an appropriate worldview that could make sense of it. The book had to have a...










