Actually, I wouldn’t mind at all if you painted on my front lawn, sir. Lots of people have done it over the years.
“Measure twice and cut once,” I told my son.
“Measure once and re-check everything your sister does,” my brother told him.
In general, if you can’t find something to paint, it’s your mind that need adjusting, not the view.
There is no expiration date on good work. We frequently set it aside because its problems no longer interest us. But what no longer occupies your thoughts may still bring great joy to others.
We live in perilous times. When you’re sitting on a tinderbox, it behooves you to speak peace, not war.
Real life isn’t neatly divided by subject.
My pal is a righteous church-going grandmother from Pittsburgh. Yesterday, she was offered money to perform an immoral act. Just part of the annual craziness of the dog days of summer. But here in Maine, it’s cool and breezy, which is a big reason you should come paint with me.
Almost all kids love to draw and paint. Most kids, however, give it up around adolescence. Ours is an anti-art culture in many ways, and kids pick up on the idea that it’s a “waste of time.”
The Berkshires are terribly dry right now. Still, people WILL light illegal campfires and shoot off bottle rockets in the woods.
Sometimes it feels like my office is a floating dock in Camden. If you’re looking for me…