Homework in Progress

It wouldn’t take too much to finish this painting: a couple of hours, more refinements. The picture above is my second step and the picture below is my third. The next will be the last. I’m leaving tomorrow for Scottsdale, AZ and getting ready for the trip has to take first place. This is the first time I’ve attended a workshop so far away. I’ve ordered canvases and paints to be delivered to the Scottsdale Artist’s School in time for my class. I’m only bringing a palette, a turps jar, brushes and an apron in my suitcase. Hopefully I will come back inspired to try techniques foreign to me. That’s the way it is with workshops. You get to see how a better painter works. Implementing their method, one feels awkward and hampered. Their method, the precise brushes they use, are unfamiliar. One feels they are beginning all over again.

In addition to visiting galleries, I’m looking forward to hiking amidst pueblos. I’ve never spent any time in the Southwest, so I’m eager to explore. I will blog about my experiences when I get back.

Here’s a poem by Sylva Gaboudikan:


Even to say goodbye
even if it’s the last time
even reluctantly

even to hurt me again
even with the harsh acid
of sarcasm that stings

even with a new kind of pain
even fresh from the embrace
of another. Come back, just come.

Translated by Diana Der Hovanessian

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