That –– Not At All Bad, or N.A.A.B. –- was the highest praise that my Junior year Versification Professor at Yale would give any poem.  Seriously.  That was her highest compliment.  I think below that was, Not Bad, Not Too Bad, Not Too Good, Not At All Good.   And again, I swear I’m not...

(The alternative title to this blog was “Hung” but I drew the line there.) I literally bolted upright at 4am, realizing that we had mis-measured the canvas stretchers for the large new canvas.   Basically, it’s tricky to do and/or explain but we were measuring them as though they were fra...

This morning, taught a yoga private (which turned into something else –– but valuable), and then returned to wake up Adrian (with Belle, the co-presidents of “The Sleep The Day Away Club”) and then journeyed to Sam Flax to figure out the frame situation for the 9 drawings for my show at Cavallo...