Saturday was my seventieth birthday. When I woke up this morning, it was from a dream in which I was standing in a store of some sort…like an old country store…and I was looking across the counter at dozens and dozens of pigeonholes, or square cubicles. Inside them were all sorts of items. The dream is fading so fast that I can’t recall...
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In 1968 when Veloy and I came back to Utah, I set up my first studio in my dad’s old chicken coop in Alpine, the small farming community where I had grown up about thirty miles south of Salt Lake City. We had two children by that time and not a penny to our name. I had determined to make my living as an artist but hadn’t the slightest idea how...
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In the mid-1980’s and into the 1990’s I wrote a weekly column in Salt Lake City’s major daily newspaper, The Deseret News. In all, I wrote over six hundred columns over a ten-year period before moving on to other things. Titled *Meanderings”, it was usually a perusal of what I might be thinking of at the time. The topics would range...
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