Crossing over the Bay Bridge on an early summer weekend, I feel a sense of freedom and a slight fear of change. No matter how stifling the heat, I open the windows to smell and feel the air, hot but full of movement. “Look at the boats, girls,” I say…
By: Page Evans
Growing up with an artist as a mother had its benefits. We were exposed (some might say, dragged) to museums at an early age. She constantly made us aware of our surroundings: the fresh green (tendre vert, as she calls it) of new leaves, the sculptural quality of bare trees,…
By: Page Evans