As I mentioned in my last e-letter, I became a published author (yay!) writing two books in the last year under the pseudonym, Jone Araya, a name I thought of way back in the 7th grade or as the kids of today would say, back in the Mesozoic era. Writing, like art, is not a newfound passion. When I was a somewhat shy and introverted teenager, I started writing short stories and poetry, finding more entertainment in what was going on inside my head than outside of it. It was a

Let's start with the obvious and prosaic: It's August. It feels like I've watched summer fly by from the window of a bullet train. Summer...

As I celebrate my sixth year of being a working, exhibiting artist, it seems like I started just yesterday. Yet it also feels like I've...