I realized a simple fact: I love to teach there, my students love to paint there, and their families love to be there. So we will be offering the workshop from August 6-11, 2017, and you should sign up soon.
Occasionally I’ll see an older couple together, walking with obvious solicitude toward each other. That devotion and mutual support seems to me to be as precious as a newborn baby.
Answered prayer can be big or small but it always leaves you chuffed.
A student asked me what a Jack Pine is. “Something Tom Thomson and the Group of Seven painted,” I answered. Turns out it’s a real thing. Who knew?
The tinkle of broken pastels is the saddest sound known to mankind. A single stick can range from $3.50 to $7.00 and a good artist might carry more than a hundred of them.
Who needs sleep? I do, of course. But I feel the likelihood of a spectacular night-sky event in my bones.
We are so overstimulated by years of fielding emergencies that we don’t even recognize peace when it shows up at our door.
“Why would you want to be in the City when you can be here?” I asked my friends, with all the enthusiasm of the recent convert.
Teaching two students always requires more concentration than teaching six, but all three of us learned a lot.
Men can escape poverty by throwing baseballs. Melania Trump’s dilemma was that even brilliant women have a hard time breaking out of a concrete housing block in Slovenia.