Most women–including me–are too conventional to show up at a reception in their paint-stained work clothes. The big packing issue of a painting trip becomes what to wear to the reception.
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.
“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.
“The Sabbath was made for mankind, and not mankind for the Sabbath,” Jesus said. Do I follow that advice? No.
I sang scales—creaky, raspy, cat-howl vocal exercises I learned in my youth. They’re especially entertaining when driving through Camden with the windows down.
It’s a fine crew who can sail in a stiff breeze and not sacrifice a single one of your brushes to Neptune.
As soon as the sun is over the tree line, I am headed down to Rockland to paint a scene that a crew member of the American Eagle told me about. Plein air is a concatenation of place and time. We painters can’t be everywhere, so we sometimes miss the most important views. On the […]
“What do you think the temperature is?” I asked Renee Lammers as we struggled up Sand Beach on Deer Isle in the last rays of the sun. Thirty, she thought. Close enough, since it was 45° with a stiff onshore breeze by the time we made it to the car. It’s April and the sun tells […]
Shun-piking is one of our guilty pleasures. In fact, we make a game of it. We start at a preordained location out in the middle of nowhere, reset our GPS so it’s just a compass, and head in the direction of home. My one great rule of driving is “never turn around.” My husband is […]