Salomé
R. Levin | 06/22/2022

Princess Salomé was a woman ruled by desire and a relentless need to avenge. Driven to overcome earthly rejection, her perverse demand for the head of John the Baptist cannot...

Magritte
R. Levin | 05/17/2022

René Magritte, the most influential Belgian artist of the 20th century, never explained anything.  Nor did he ever analyze. Especially his own highly thought-provocative work. It speaks for itself.

An Enigma
R. Levin | 04/07/2022

The night, a cold wintry one in New York.  The air is biting and raw on Riverside Drive when we get back at 2:00 AM.  No doorman on duty.  The...

Crossroads Berlin
R. Levin | 02/08/2022

In 1984, Berlin was a city divided, a city still rebuilding from the war.  The democratic West existed as a landlocked island within communist East Germany. It was in fact...

Back in Bohemia
R. Levin | 01/03/2022

Prague has always been a special place.  At the end of World War II, when the Allies' bombs destroyed Dresden, the west decided to save Prague.  The city thus survived...

Coastal Waters
R. Levin | 12/01/2021

Visiting Carmel, I grow nostalgic. Both Tor House and its tower are imposing structures built of solid stone. Robinson Jeffers, a renowned poet and environmentalist, lived and wrote there last...

Writers Are People
R. Levin | 10/25/2021

A writer naturally befriends other writers.  Goes with the territory.  Personally, I always enjoy these relationships.  Share a little, learn a lot. I can’t recall feeling challenged by others who write.

Sculpted
R. Levin | 09/26/2021

Four mud-sculpture statues with expressionist faces of clay – one male, three female. Full lips. Wide-open demonstrative eyes; their gaze frozen. All hankering to speak out. But they cannot.

California Streaming
R. Levin | 09/05/2021

A drive north, up the central coast, never fails to inspire.  The air grows dramatically fresher.  Cleaner.  Crisper.  Drifting a tad closer to nature. Reinvigorates my spirits.  Rejuvenates my soul. 

After My Fall
R. Levin | 08/24/2021

Today, the outside I see appears hazy. Plain and simple. Misty with an occasional blast of drizzle.  I pretend I’m elsewhere. I want to change everything but my thoughts remain...