"When I was a younger man, art was a lonely thing. No galleries, no collectors, no critics, no money, yet it was a golden age for we all had nothing to lose and a vision to gain. Today it is... Continue Reading →
“The older I become, the more I sense, the less I speak, the more I pray — in ever so many ways.” I included this wonderful reflection from Clarissa Pinkola-Estes' book Untie the Strong Woman in a previous Sophia's Children post... Continue Reading →