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.
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.”
Even excellent painters flub the first time they see a boat. There is something about them that defies reality, that forces us to see them as if we were looking down on them.
Marsh People can do lovely atmospherics, but there is no structure in their paintings, because it’s too much hassle to draw, or even to learn to draw.
This being Maine, the weather waited until we were irrevocably committed to a lighting structure and then sucker-punched us.
Somewhere in our lives we realize that our happy moments are not infinite. We have to savor them while we can. For me that epiphany came with cancer; in that respect it was one of the great blessings of my life.
If I had to pick one place in Rochester that was a favorite place to teach, it would be Irondequoit Bay Marine Park. Yesterday I went there to pay homage to summer with a ground steak burger and onion rings at Don’s Original, a 70-year-old eatery along the bay. Irondequoit Bay was the original mouth […]
Yesterday Bobbi Heath asked me if I want to go to Stonington next Friday to deliver our work for the Penobscot East Resource Center’s 7th annual buoy auction. I’ve participated in this event for several years, since it’s an organization I believe in. “Are you finished with yours yet?” she asked in an all-too-perky tone. I […]