COLUMN: "Painting small is a challenge!" says batik watercolor artist Denise Elizabeth Stone of La Grande. "It's a different way of thinking about my communication with the viewer. I'd compare it to the difference between writing an essay and writing a haiku."
COLUMN: Too many people, when stuck in a waiting room, spend the time head down, eyes glazed, fingers swiping as they scroll through their phone. Not so Helen Boland.
Daughter's fascination with dollhouses inspires Spokane artist to create miniature dollhouses and furniture.
We’re all hearing a lot about QR codes these days. “QR codes have been used for decades,” says Dayton watercolor artist Lorna Barth, who has developed a unique way to integrate them into her paintings.
Once upon a time, and not that long ago, there was no plastic. For thousands of years of human history, if people wanted to carry something around, from babies to drinking water, they wove a basket. It takes skill, patience and an eye for artistry to create a useful basket.
As Frank Sinatra croons in “My Way,” “What is a man, what has he got? If not himself, then he has naught.”
COLUMN: A self-motivated student who learns best by reading and imitating, Steph Bucci has worked in watercolor, batik watercolor, mixed media, colored pencils, markers and acrylics.
COLUMN: What does a soap named Naked Man smell like?
COLUMN: When you jump out of an airplane with a parachute, you have a pretty good idea of where you'll end up. It's the process of getting to Earth that you can't predict. Unnerving? Yes, but that's also part of the adventure.
COLUMN: "We live on a rock. This planet is a rock," said Sandra Matthews-Sarve, a stone carver from Walla Walla. "But most people take rocks for granted. They ignore rocks."
Wenaha Gallery in Dayton is featuring fine art jigsaw puzzles, although it's been a challenge to get them.
COLUMN: Even ancient trees reach the end of their time. And when they do Leonard McCreary has a means of keeping them going. He makes clocks out of them.
COLUMN: A self-described late-bloomer, College Place artist Frankie Laufer began painting at age 40, and 30 years later he's still intensely at it.
The people we envy said a lot about ourselves. Obvious candidates are wealthy people, powerful people, incredibly good-looking people.
COLUMN: A class in working leather set Betsy Pozzanghera on a path to repurposing luxury leather into new, useful pieces.
More than once, when artist Tanna Scott has shown her horse and cow paintings at an art festival or show, someone begins to cry.
COLUMN: He teaches. He paints. He digs clay in out-of-the-way places. And, throughout an art career that spans 54 years and counting, Pat Fleming has thrown a LOT of pots.
COLUMN: She was 5. She loved to draw. Her father was an artist. And there, in her parent's bedroom next to her father's palette of oil paints, was a gloriously blank wall.
COLUMN: Artist Trudy Love Tantalo forayed into philosophy by creating "junk journals," handmade paper books embellished with lace, fabric, ribbons, even discarded cereal boxes.
Because we are all incredibly unique human beings, we gravitate toward interests that fit our distinctive abilities. It is for this …
A simple gift does more than tell the recipient you care about them. Many times, that Christmas or birthday present sparks a respons…
When wildlife artist James Reid first picked up a brush, it wasn’t to paint an elk or moose. He painted a sign.
Children’s toys are not insignificant, transitory things. Many people remember a favorite doll or truck, lucky marble, board game or…
Life isn’t static. We may start out on one road, heading to a particular destination, and by the time we’ve lived for a while — say,…
She is a grandmother now. But Nancy Richter has never lost a child’s fascination for a sky full of clouds.
Parents remember the oddest things about their children. And given that most adults do not recall their toddler years, we accept tho…
From rocky cliffs and chilling fog to warm, sunny beaches, Highway 101 is one of the longest, most scenic highways in the U.S. Drivi…
The unusual nature of Sandra Haynes’ childhood is best evidenced by her baby blanket: a bobcat hide from an animal her mother found …