
Sixty-Five Is Just the Beginning
My artist statement for the Toronto Outdoor Art Fair, 2026. This year the Toronto Outdoor Art Fair turns 65 — the very age I was

My artist statement for the Toronto Outdoor Art Fair, 2026. This year the Toronto Outdoor Art Fair turns 65 — the very age I was

There is a lot of hand-wringing about artists and AI, and most of it is about whether a machine should be making the art. I

For my 65th birthday, dear friends gave me an open invitation to go sailing with them off the coast of Vancouver Island — no date, no itinerary, just a warm “come whenever.” I carried that invitation with me like a small, glowing promise. Last year, soon after the Toronto Outdoor Art Fair, the moment was finally right: I flew to Victoria, and we sailed for a week.

A fair has a way of turning someday into this week. For a long while I’d been meaning to start the blog on my website.

My artist statement for the Toronto Outdoor Art Fair, 2026. This year the Toronto Outdoor Art Fair turns 65 — the very age I was

There is a lot of hand-wringing about artists and AI, and most of it is about whether a machine should be making the art. I

For my 65th birthday, dear friends gave me an open invitation to go sailing with them off the coast of Vancouver Island — no date, no itinerary, just a warm “come whenever.” I carried that invitation with me like a small, glowing promise. Last year, soon after the Toronto Outdoor Art Fair, the moment was finally right: I flew to Victoria, and we sailed for a week.

A fair has a way of turning someday into this week. For a long while I’d been meaning to start the blog on my website.

My artist statement for the Toronto Outdoor Art Fair, 2026. This year the Toronto Outdoor Art Fair turns 65 — the very age I was

There is a lot of hand-wringing about artists and AI, and most of it is about whether a machine should be making the art. I

For my 65th birthday, dear friends gave me an open invitation to go sailing with them off the coast of Vancouver Island — no date, no itinerary, just a warm “come whenever.” I carried that invitation with me like a small, glowing promise. Last year, soon after the Toronto Outdoor Art Fair, the moment was finally right: I flew to Victoria, and we sailed for a week.

A fair has a way of turning someday into this week. For a long while I’d been meaning to start the blog on my website.

My artist statement for the Toronto Outdoor Art Fair, 2026. This year the Toronto Outdoor Art Fair turns 65 — the very age I was

There is a lot of hand-wringing about artists and AI, and most of it is about whether a machine should be making the art. I

For my 65th birthday, dear friends gave me an open invitation to go sailing with them off the coast of Vancouver Island — no date, no itinerary, just a warm “come whenever.” I carried that invitation with me like a small, glowing promise. Last year, soon after the Toronto Outdoor Art Fair, the moment was finally right: I flew to Victoria, and we sailed for a week.

A fair has a way of turning someday into this week. For a long while I’d been meaning to start the blog on my website.