The Art of Life

Christopher John Cornwall  August 31, 1949 - August 18, 2012   (photo taken 1960s) I didn't post last Sunday. It's been a h...

8"x10" Oil Pastel on Paper Maui $300.00 by Gillian Cornwall This week I have chosen to post an older piece, one I re-...

Me -1982 - Feel free to laugh out loud now. We're human. Sometimes we get scared; we run. This is my story. It's no more nor l...

It's difficult. It's not difficult. It's only difficult because we make it so. When we let others get to us, when we take it ...

You are ripped up.  You are the lost sock. You are the windblown, dirt-sodden, slightly shredded flyer; an event passed while you we...

Being part of the gay community is a bit like flying; not in the Peter Pan kind of way, rather in the airplane way - but it's more lik...

I remember the layers I've peeled from women - t-shirts, dresses, secrets and fears. I remember the passion, the exploration and ...

There is no light so bright as that of truth but what is truth? I suppose there are some truths accepted by the majority. We all nod. ...

What do you believe about yourself and why do you believe this? I have asked my students this. I ask them to write down what they beli...

One of these things is not like the others... A Memory, In Gratitude -for JM I sat close beside you on your bed, in your room, terri...

"The thought manifests as the word, The word manifests as the deed, The deed develops into habit, And the habit hardens into ...

Oil Pastel and Mineral Oil on Paper Gillian Cornwall c1988 $10,000.00 What transpires in our hearts as we traverse our life paths all...

Each morning the view from the rooftop patio surprises me and I am overcome with awe. Regardless of the weather, I am about brought to tea...

May. I taste the proximity of summer, all the while walking through the oaken wood, soaked knee-deep by thick, green grasses and bluebe...

It takes a lot more work to be four than it does to be twenty-four. Anyway, this is what I believe at four. At four, you're the boss ...

I used to dream that I could fly. When does that stop? I know I'm not the only one. Others have told me they used to dream this. Wh...

Amid the chaos of the first day back after the Easter weekend, I took the time to walk with a friend through Finnerty Gardens at the Univer...

I love wine. I have a map in my head and heart of all the places she has taken me with all my senses engaged in the journey. I have be...

Okay, so, I don't have kids of my own so maybe I don't fully understand it and being gay with no kids has definitely made me an outs...

Today I walked home from the eye doctor, grateful for my vision. This is what I saw:  

Work The head volunteer for the silent auction was the least silent creature I'd encountered in ages. She entered the hotel lobby l...

    If I had known earlier in my life that I would be so inclined to waiting, I may have saved myself some grief. For the longest while, ...

There are days when it is so simple to be kind, so simple to love well and to be gentle. These days are akin to summer, all sweet, soft ...

Parts. Pieces. Breath. One by one, we count it all off subconsciously. Where is it we believe we are going? Here I am. Here I am, tryin...

The wonder and greatness of all that is, all that can be imagined and beyond flows through me. I find wonder in all things and beauty i...

"I walked through the city as though you were with me, anticipating you picking me up at the ferry in just two days. I was ...