His name was Henrik. He’d been an artist in Hungary until he faced the stark reality that there were no opportunities there. London has the biggest art market in Europe so, like many of us, Henrik came here. And this is where his journey begins, selling small paintings on a cold, gray London sidewalk. For […]
I think it’s in an artist’s nature to have faith in the unknown, to deal with intangibles. After all, we work from nothing more than an idea and a dream. It takes faith to actualize the invisible. But times are tough for dreamers, and faith is hard to come by. That’s why I love the
When I worked in the art business I talked on the telephone constantly. So much for the glamorous life, who knew that cauliflower ear was an occupational hazard for art dealers? But I was moving and shaking baby! I needed to be on that phone. I couldn’t be disconnected! My phone defined my life. I
Though we’d never met before, I was just as excited as if I were meeting an old friend. She’d read my blog post about the first artist I ever met. He was a blind man, who taught me how to see. More than art, my friendship with Andrew led me to a path of spiritual
I’ve just returned from the funeral of my dear friend Evan. Saying good-bye has got to be one of the most difficult challenges we face in life, especially when we look back and see how much that person has influenced us. I’ve worked in and around the business of contemporary art throughout my career. I
Donna Skaropoulou is a painter. Originally from the U.K., she traveled to Greece in her early twenties, and there fell in love with the sounds, scents and colors of Mykonos. She stayed: married, had children, and it wasn’t until 2005 that she opened her gallery and studio Lifeline Art Studio. Donna became aware of The
I’d moved to England three years earlier, living in a small town in the country. It was pretty, but also pretty lonely. Facebook was my closest friend. And it was on Facebook that I first met her. We were both American expats, she was living in London. We each used Facebook to share our creative
My nephew Phoenix turned 11-years old yesterday, though I’ve always secretly suspected him of being 41. I’m visiting to help him celebrate his 11 years and see what new things he can teach me. He didn’t disappoint. “I’ve learned how to knit!” Phoenix announced proudly as he showed me his beautiful handiwork. He creates hair
He thought his career was over. Bill Jay had been a professor of the History of Photography. He’d published dozens of books and hundreds of articles. He’d founded two majorly influential photography magazines. He’d travelled, given lectures, and taught around the world. As he supported other photographers, he’d become known as a fine photographer himself
“Becoming a working artist has literally saved my life.” So admits Haitian-born photographer Leslie Jean-Bart. Now an avowed New Yorker, Leslie has spent the past few years as the sole caretaker of his mother who suffers from dementia. But Leslie has always been an artist. His background includes a Master’s Degree in Journalism from Columbia