Every weekend morning, my friend, writer Karen Clark and I take our dogs for a long walk along Ocean Avenue in Santa Monica. We talk about our work, listen to each others dreams, talk about our children, our families, the meaning of life.

This Saturday, as we walked I...

I just returned from attending Miami Basel for the first time and a week later all I can still say is WOW.

In seven short years Miami Basel has become one of America's most important art fairs with a huge international audience and it turns out that the...

If every cell in my body had a face, it would resemble that of Edvard Munch's "The Scream", with each of the mouths getting wider and wider until November 4th is over with.

As an artist, I have, like the rest of my...

This week is the 40th Anniversary of Tom Wolfe's famous "Electric Kook-Aid Acid Test" and I thought it would be high time we take a small moment to reflect upon the influence of drug use on art and culture. In an interview with Time Magazine, when asked if Wolfe thought...

Before I had even a moment to recover from the history making of last night and Obama's incredible speech, my cup overfloweth with excitement about McCain's vice presidential announcement this morning, a visual bonanza! So much to see, so much to chew on, I don't even know where to begin!

I took my kids to see WALL-E, the Pixar movie set 700 years from now about the last little robot living on a trashed and devastated earth. The profound and wordless forty-five minute prelude features the rusty WALL-E robot picking...

Ahh... Don't you love the summer? Lemonade, frozen grapes and former presidential nominee scandals? It's so easy to get a little lost in the stream of life --How shall I keep the kids busy? Should I "friend" that Colombian guy on Facebook with no mutual friends? Can I afford to...

Much has been made of the recent Memorial Day Weekend Issue of the New York Times Magazine displaying, not a war veteran, but former Gawker editor Emily Gould languishing on a bed sporting a wife-beater and...

I am fascinated by artists who find themselves and their art careers later in life. Unlike, say, mathematicians and scientists who allegedly peak before 30, artists tend to mature and get better with age like a fine wine. Take, for example, Wassily Kandinsky, who in 1895 was minding his own...

Writing a weekly column about artists that turn me on omits a gigantic portion of what turns me on as an artist. The truth is that more artists don't turn me on than do-- there are a hundred for every one I feature. But there are certain things, not by...

Angela Dufresne, The Bruno S Island Acting School and the S House, Paris, France, 2006, oil on canvas, 66 by 108 inches. Courtesy of the artist and Monya Rowe Gallery, New York.

Committing oneself to being an artist is fraught with uncertainty on...

Take for a moment the spectrum of Realism and the raucous jazz of Abstraction in painting and slide somewhere in the middle. Over to the left is realism flexing its technical prowess, and it is impressive-- posing in the sun like a young Arnold Schwarzennegger. But once the painter leaves...

As a mother and artist, there's no doubt that my greatest works of art, the magical moving 3D beings whose personalities evolve and grow each day, are my children. I see having them and being an artist completely intertwined. In fact, motherhood enabled me to embrace myself as an artist...

Over the last ten years, the art of photography has undergone a sex change. The rather masculine act of capturing or "shooting" a moment ("the hunt") with a sound subject and composition has evolved into one where the real art comes in the editing, not the capturing. The initial "kill"...

In the wake of Earth Day, green-bordered magazines and quivering news reports of Global Warming, it could be easy to dismiss the occasion as an over commercialization on par with Christmas. But one only need to discover the plastic mass twice the size of Texas in the middle of...

Much has been made recently of Randy Pausch's "The Last Lecture". He is a Professor at Carnegie Mellon and six months ago he was diagnosed with pancreatic cancer and given "weeks or months" to live. His moving lecture was video taped as an afterthought and posted on YouTube for the...

My gallery is in a unique place in Culver City that has one gallery after another, with the occasional hip café and museum. Often the galleries synchronize their opening nights and hundreds of people can be found milling along La Cienega Boulevard going from one show to another. It was...

As I write this, I'm sitting on a stool in the middle of my studio. My solo show is less than five weeks away. I have over fifteen canvases of all sizes strewn about, the finished ones hanging on the walls, the rest facing the walls. I've divided the paintings...

If I had to use an experience to describe the paintings of Rosson Crow, it might start with a peck on the cheek, but then unexpectedly turn into a prolonged french kiss, then a utensil-less meal of cracked crab and artichoke after which everyone sits somewhat intoxicated at the table...