Four people standing in a white room, looking perplexed.
As I mentioned in my last blog, Returning to the Familiar, the timing of the dissemination of art can make […]
Seamus, Paul and Anna standing on a balcony overlooking rail tracks and the Hudson River. It is a sunny day.
This past week Paul and I have been doing a mini-tour of Seamus Scanlon’s The Long Wet Grass. In early […]