By Caron Andregg, Publisher It started with one short phone call. In 1999, Robert Wynne and I were both in Los Angeles, fixtures
Does anyone still paint by numbers? I once made a fine pair of canvases––birch trees on a stream rippled by dabs of white. I
Because there is no word for you or the almost we had, I name you finch, flirting with the edge of my vision. Not