Post 45: Home Free

My marriage was killed by home-decorating magazines. Or at least they put a big nail in its coffin. I was lost. Paul knew what he wanted to do with his life and was passionate about it. I didn’t, even with two degrees. I had a lot of interests—and yes, even passions—but I had no ideaContinue reading “Post 45: Home Free”

Post 14. Garbage In, Beauty Out

This week is mainly visual, what you might faddishly call “eye candy,” in that it’s colorful and fun. But it’s more than that. It’s political, it’s salvaged, it’s desert-based, and it’s witty. I’ve known Royce, the artist, for more than 35 years. We met when he was art director at the Tucson Weekly, and IContinue reading “Post 14. Garbage In, Beauty Out”