Dear Reader, Matt posted this poem this week in The Studio. It speaks of trust, and family, the power of the arts, the past, and hopes for what might come next, and I wanted to pass it along to all of you as we begin this new year with big doses of both love and fear. Beginnings by Jacqueline Johnson I did not expect to find a riverso far inland.What underground tributary,lake is your source?It goes on for miles into thecenter of an unending earth. Back then everything was music,wind running...

Dear Reader, The Studio community this month has been engaged in inquiries around our relationship with time and so my awareness of the off-beat rhythm of this newsletter has been heightened. Matt and I try to offer something of value to your inbox, predictably, a couple of times a month - but I don't seem to struggle any less with deadlines now than I ever have at any point in my life. Maybe that's why I find the topic so interesting, and the world beyond the linear ways we typically use...

Dear Reader, “What we need right now is tenderness and vulnerability… If I can fight in some way to hold onto that, to show the softness, to show the importance of love, as silly as that may sound, when everything feels violent and horrific, to point out the beautiful thing when everything feels, you know, like, there's no hope–I guess I want to keep doing that. And I want to make sure I do it not just for others but for my own soul, for my own self.” Ada Limón A couple of weeks ago, Matt...