
Forty-plus years in a team-driven, deadline-critical profession, not knowing I was Autistic. Architecture was hell for me.

Your ashes; my ballast in this bewildering world

A couple of weeks ago I saw several artists spewing vitriol on an acquaintance’s post because it was illustrated with an AI-generated image. As an artist, I can understand their frustration. But those artists-against-AI-art rants leave me shrugging and shaking my head. To specify, I’m writing about situations when AI-generated art is used by folks […]

One characteristic that played a key role in my Autism diagnosis is my “vibrant inner life.” And I find imagination and intuition to be closely related, if not conjoined at the birth of awareness.

The impact of Mom’s death – the sudden absence of a person who’s always been in my life (and strongly influenced my actions) continues to upend my expectations.
Hi Leslee, I know I am going to enjoy your post a day in this category. I love the the titled and the simple yet profound messages. My own personal Spiritual teacher…simply beautiful.
thank you, Walter! I finally got all of this series (Hurtling Towards Enlightenment) posted last night (this morning, lol!), so I’m pleased with that and delighted you’re enjoying it! I’ll do a round of commentary on these posts, to explain in little detail. Hmmm, wonder when I’ll get to that ? I hope you’re well!