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Film Festivals, Art Exhibitions, All the Things

I don’t even know where to start. For one, I’m super excited. I feel like the last year of hard work with next to zero pay may actually prove to have been time well spent. In

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Did You Know?

I haven’t made a big fuss about it, mostly because we continue to wear so many hats (David as an artist, me as a writer/editor, both of us as executive producers for The Artist Odyssey), but in

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Tales from the Vineyard Part 3: Finally, a bit of vacation

After we returned home from the island, a few friends and family members joked that we probably needed a “vacation from our vacation.” To which I said, in a serious tone, “That was not a vacation.” Sure,

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Tales from the Vineyard Part 2: Exhibition Night

If you haven’t read Part 1 yet, what sort of demon are you? Because no human I know could overcome the call of chronology. Demon or not, I’m glad you’re here. Because with all the bright lights

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Tales from the Vineyard Part 1: The Film Premiere

This story begins long before we arrived on the island of Martha’s Vineyard for the world premiere of our latest film, a documentary about artist Heather Neill. Here’s the short version: Ten years ago, for my

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Death of a Darling

‘I don’t say goodbye, that’s all. I’ll just see you when you come back. It’s so much…easier. Ever since I was a little kid, because I was here all winter long and the summer people came,

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Pickled on a pickle (with Hendrick’s Gin)

A path of rose petals led us to the waiting area. Fresh croissants and an assortment of pastries and colorful cookies, along with porcelain teapots, cucumbers, and red roses were spread out on tiny wooden tables

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Two Harbors to… you know

After surfing the bucking bronco of the boat’s bow with the delight of a kid on a rollercoaster, I finally took the seat beside David. I’d forgotten how fast the Catalina Express could go, or maybe it only

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Palomar Picnic

“I can’t believe you’ve never been to Palomar Mountain,” David said, for the third time in five minutes. “I could have sworn we went together.” “I said I don’t remember ever being there; you probably went

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Pocket butler

David appeared beside me in our home office, presumably having followed the sound of my curses from the other room. “What’s up?” “It’s my laptop charger,” I said. “I’ve tried it in every outlet, and it’s

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