Carine Fabius

What is the Purpose of Art?

“Aizan” by Edouard Duval-Carrié What is the purpose of art? Is it to inspire? Is it meant to make us think? Is art creation anything other than the artist’s need to express herself? Is seeking out art in galleries, museums, and artist studios a way for us to process ideas that may be too complicated to express in words? Is art a way for artists to earn a living, regardless of how meager or plentiful? For art collectors to make Read More…

From Clown to Joker

“I haven’t heard the word clown in a while.”                                                     Donald Trump, after winning the nomination Everyone thought Trump was a clown. The media just loved him—he made good television and boosted ratings, so they covered the hell out of him; you know, for the money, and the laugh. Except this clown never made you Read More…

True Confession

Wildflowers in Point Mugu I’ve decided it’s time to bare my soul, come clean, and admit it: I don’t like hiking. I can hear the collective groan. What?? Before you get all judgmental and start leaving nasty comments about how I’m just lazy (which I am), let me make my case: First of all, I didn’t say I don’t like being out in nature, communing with trees and leaves and flowers and the earth from which I came. I said I don’t Read More…

Strange Everyday Happenings

Driving down La Brea Avenue in Los Angeles the other day, I slowed the car upon noticing a Bird-riding boy attempting to cross the busy avenue. When he saw me cruising to a stop, instead of advancing toward the sidewalk, where he was headed, he changed his mind, pointed the scooter toward the front of the car instead, and looked me straight in the eye, coming to a full stop before casually rolling away to the curb. I turned to Read More…

Sometimes You Feel Like A Slug

Recovering drought-resistant succulent by Pascal Giacomini Sometimes you feel like you can’t bear another day—of the crazy-making combination of hopelessness and outrage over the near-constant “breaking news” stories that feel like hammer blows to every last speck of decency left on this earth; of the universal horror experienced by usually-decent citizens upon learning that a building in their neighborhood will be transformed into permanent housing for the homeless; of watching the poorest among us having to put up with extreme Read More…