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.
Teaching two students always requires more concentration than teaching six, but all three of us learned a lot.
Not correcting people is a special challenge in a tourist town, because people say the silliest things. Including me.
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.
“Oh, snap!” I thought. The tides and the changing length of the day are just two physical manifestations of something we learned in high school. It was great to have my gut feeling validated like that.
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.