My instructor pressed the remote in his hand and a new image appeared on the projector screen at the front of the class. “Who do you think painted this piece of work?” The painting was of a solemn moment: a woman all decked in luminescent white kneeling before an altar. I was taking a European art... Continue Reading →
“It reminds me of the time I met Murray Phillips…”
My Hubby and I were walking past our favorite retail art gallery when I happened to glance through its open door. Inside was a man with long grey hair sitting on a stool in front of a sketch easel, brush in hand, underpainting his canvas. A real artist! I grabbed my Hubby’s arm and steered... Continue Reading →