LOS ANGELES — “I can barely remember doing all this,” Charles Garabedian says to me as he flips through the pages of his own museum exhibition catalog, which I have brought along.

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In Jenny Dubnau’s Long Island City studio is a vertical mirror with adhesive stenciled letters spelling out the name “Jennifer.”

In the middle of our conversation, Susan Walp suddenly paused, gazing down at the table. “Look at that,” she told me, pointing out tiny ellipses, the patterns of the window screen reflected on the surface of a small pewter pepper grinder.

Lois Dodd has lived in a loft-studio on Second Street near the Bowery for over fifty years. When visiting her, one is struck by the independence of her lifestyle, as well as her work.

The Adventures of Tintin: Explorers on the Moon Herg é ~ Methuen, 1959 Sorry I've been so MIA, but alas... being a working mom is a...

I visited Sarah McEneaney at her home in the Callowhill / Trestletown / Chinatown North neighborhood of Philadelphia.

“Go ahead; you can write whatever you want about me,” Jonas Wood says. “Everyone knows I’m a stoner,” he adds, since beer has been mostly displaced by California’s drug of choice during my Los Angeles series of interviews.

I visited Sarah McEneaney at her home in the Callowhill / Trestletown / Chinatown North neighborhood of Philadelphia.

I visited Sarah McEneaney at her home in the Callowhill / Trestletown / Chinatown North neighborhood of Philadelphia.

Angela Dufresne had a couple of beers cracked open and ready when I arrived at her East Williamsburg studio. It was an old-school painting studio – which somehow surprised me, perhaps because Dufresne’s work is so dense with contemporary theory.

On one hand, I do not have Jonathan Lethem in this column. But on the other, I've got an explosion of Japanese comics from New York City! Wait, why is my hand exploding? That's terrible.

I realize its been a long time since I put up some new work here. It had a bit to do with moving studios back in October, that took me ...

I met Pat de Groot in the large, enchanting house she has lived in since the 1960s, on Commercial Street in Provincetown, Massachusetts. You enter through a front garden overgrown with kale, statues of the Buddha, and a memorial to her first dog, one of the loves of her life. Her living room is filled with records and conga drums, her painting studio with kayaks hanging from the ceiling, the walls leading upstairs, with art by friends and her late husband, the painter Nanno de Groot.

I visited Sarah McEneaney at her home in the Callowhill / Trestletown / Chinatown North neighborhood of Philadelphia.