When I got the word that Wes had slipped over to the other side of things (one of the ways I like to think of death), the force with which my stomach leapt into my throat surprised me. I haven't talked to him in so long, but the tears came immediately, and I instantly remembered how …
An Artist’s Prayer
Dear God, You make, I make. You make me to make. What am I to make today? What are You making today, and what is the plan for how our making? In every small corner of every large nation, human beings are setting out to take disparate materials and fashion them into a piece …
JEFF BERRYMAN 