Were I forced to live in a palace, I’d abdicate. The weight of these ancient stones is not romantic to me; it’s oppressive. But then again, so is modern air travel.
It was quite possible that the whole story was a tale told by an unwed mother to assuage her son in an age when bastardy was a real social curse.
Each of us plotted, in our own way, a plan to return to Iona. For me, that means a trip with my painting kit.
I bet my excuse for not painting is better than yours. I was attempting to kill myself driving on the wrong side of the road.
Ask an expert. Even better, look up some Hoppers yourself and try to make an informed guess. After all, art history is for everyone.
If anyone suggests using medium or oil at this phase of your painting, back away slowly. There are teachers who encourage students to coat their canvases with medium and paint into it for a sort of cheap faux luminism. These paintings will darken and crack over time.
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?