Mr. Peanut died in January 2021. At the time, I was shocked and saddened. Besides that, I was devastated. When I was eight years...

Featured photo: Gail Chadell Nanao. Photo of Roller Rink upstairs: Unknown. In the early 1960s, I lived communally with a...

I woke up one morning in 2002 with a ripe stream-of-consciousness Artist Statement burning in my brain, and it wanted to come...

Continued from Part 1: The first painting I painted, a couple of years before I had thoughts of becoming a real painter, was a...

Continued from Part 2: In painting, I had discovered a “profession” that suited my dependencies. That is to say, if...

Continued from Part 3: I drove east in 1962, having been invited to the Norfolk Yale School of Music and Art as a grantee. The...

Continued from Part 4: It was never my intention to deconstruct art as I found it. I strove to expand the boundaries of...

If you want to be an artist and you’re in midnight quarantine, you are required to become acquainted with “Gulley...

Cantor Arts Center, Stanford University, Tuesday March 31, 2020 – Left of Center: Student Curators Reflect On Their Experience...