Lem Ward, a Depressionera woodcarver, said, “To be an artist is to hurt in silence, to hear the harsh words from loose tongues, to feel the pains of hunger, the aches
for understanding, and to sit in the
long, lonesome hours when evening comes.”
It’s a position, a status, which we honor and romanticize — the brilliant and tortured artist. Full Story
May Day got me thinking on Saturday with the change of the month, comes the season most of us wait for all year.N
ot only are our gardens growing weeds, but tender shoots of vegetables are beginning to sprout, flowers are blooming and grass is practically growing before our very eyes. Full Story
