The Actress

Oil on Primed Paper, 4" Square SOLD
Well, so far, I'm doing well with my resolution to
paint every day. I'm really enjoying it too. It's so
stimulating! There are just so many things to paint.
I love painting people, and I love landscapes too.
I have a weekend-long workshop this coming
weekend, and then on Monday I'll be teaching all
day, so I'll have to see how I can work things out.
I don't relish the idea of ignoring my family, but
sometimes one has to do this.
I remember reading, in Life with Picasso, by
one of his mistresses whose name escapes me
at the moment, that he used to paint all night,
and she would deliver his breakfast to him in the
morning. What service! Of course, she was an artist
too - not that that mattered to him, of course......
Then there was Mahler and and his wife Alma Schindler,
whom he forbade to compose...............
F. Scott Fitzgerald and Zelda, Nijinsky and his wife - boy
these guys were intimidated by their wives'
creative urges. What a shame.....
I'm lucky - I don't have that problem. Thank God.
Thanks for looking.

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