The Late Bus

This is a painting from imagination and memory—memories of taking the late bus home after winter swim practice, or of fetching my son after school. And imagining being atop a high hill, watching my bus skitter home on icy country roads, to drop me off at the end of my road. I’d walk home the last quarter mile, my hair quite frozen and my spirits lifted.

Monday Morning Art School: figure drawing for the busy person

Line-of-Action won’t make you a figure artist, but if you can’t get to a weekly model session, it’s the next best thing. The Anatomy Class at the Ecole des Beaux Arts, 1888, François Sallé. Courtesy Art Gallery of New South Wales. My son-in-law Aaron has the makings of a very fine artist. Yesterday, he snapchatted me …

Business realism

If a tire-kicker like me will buy a snowblower online, it’s time to retire my arguments against internet stores. Breaking Storm, by Carol L. Douglas This is the week when I hole up with my fellow painter Bobbi Heath and talk about our business plans for the coming year. The question I’m asking myself has …

Busman’s holiday

When buying paint, it’s all about that base. My second-favorite kind of painting. I’m in the western Berkshires painting the interior walls in my oldest kid’s new house. She’s 28 and it’s her first house, and she’s very excited. So am I; like many artists, my idea of a good vacation is to paint walls. …

Connection and chaos

It’s been a horrible week for many, but what if we looked at this week as an opportunity to welcome others into our Christmas spirit?

Ruthless pruning

If I had more time, I would have written a shorter essay. Coast Guard Inspection, 6X8, oil on canvasboard. The above witticism has been attributed to many people because it’s a universal truth. President Woodrow Wilson put it thus: “If it is a ten-minute speech it takes me all of two weeks to prepare it; …