The art world lost one of its best this week. Karl Kasten died at home in Berkeley. I’m sure that there is an official medical term, but those closest to him say that at 94 …

The Charmed Life of Theophilus Brown – it could have been the title to an F. Scott Fitzgerald novel. Our protagonist is a dashing young artist with immense talent and little direction. After enduring the …

“It feels like I am in a movie about my life but I don’t have the lead…” a fascinating statement of clarity from TR Colletta – one that allows him to see abundant abstractions in …

All of us at one time or another have come across a person we thought we knew, either by reputation or preconceived notion, only to learn that we were dead wrong, or at the very …

Wayne Thiebaud hates the word art. “It’s one of the dirtiest words in the English language,” he purges. “We all can say, ‘Oh yeah, that’s art. This is art.’ It’s a very abstract term that’s …

For Los Angeles artist Joe Goode so many pivotal moments were unforeseen – so much influenced by the unpredictable: a snowstorm, a fire, a hellish commute, bottles left by the milkman on a doorstep, an …

Ed Ruscha makes communication interesting. He’s a story teller who defies definition, giving words a life and language all their own. They are abstract forms that have bubbled, bled, crumpled and smoothed out again over …

Moses and his famous temper have often derailed his career, and his paintings — like his thoughts — seem to explode out of nowhere.

Ask soon-to-be first time parents how they feel and most will tell you the emotions are overwhelming; an explosive cocktail of fear, anxiety, love, hope and anticipation. For the mother, the physical changes alone are …

Two industrial-sized buckets full of pink paint rest on the floor of a dimly lit Los Angeles garage. Mr. Brainwash picks them up and grunts as he heaves the contents against two bare, off-white walls. …

I met Sean Cheetham at the L.A. Art Show. There were several artists hanging out at the booth. We were introduced, but Sean didn’t say much. At first I thought he was shy, or maybe …

The breeze whistles carrying with it the cleansing smell of sea salt. Fine grains of warm brown sand funnel through bare toes. The sun dances on a blue-green foreground giving way to navy and then …