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When is the last time you made something with your hands? Better yet, when is the last time you valued something that you made with your hands? We live in a world of mass production, of products churned out on … Continue reading
“That’s not me, is it?” Most of us are surprised, not necessarily pleasantly, when we unexpectedly catch sight of ourselves in a shop window, mirror, or, nowadays, tagged in a Facebook post. We always look older, wider, sloppier, more stooped, … Continue reading
The story of the painting Little Angel Bright, by Steve Henderson at Start Your Week with Steve: Christmas, like snowfall, prompts different responses in people: some roll their eyes, upset by commercialism; others insist that Santa has nothing to do … Continue reading
The story of the painting, Something for Everyone, by Steve Henderson of Steve Henderson Fine Art: So often, they are forgotten – the dog and the cat – but not in Santa’s world. Within that capacious bag of dolls and blocks and … Continue reading
The Story of This Painting — An Unforeseen Encounter by Steve Henderson of Steve Henderson Fine Art: Like all lovers of Christmas, Santa enjoys browsing the festive, holiday-decorated streets. On Christmas Eve night, when all shoppers are home in their … Continue reading
When I was a child, my dad was in charge of spaghetti. He began the process mid-morning Saturday and stayed in the kitchen, stirring and tasting and finessing, for hours, until the coup de grace at precisely 5 p.m., because … Continue reading