It isn’t an easy job to paint oneself – at any rate if it is to be different from a photograph. And you see – this, in my opinion, is the advantage that impressionism possesses over all the other things; it is not banal, and one seeks after a deeper resemblance than the photograph. — Vincent van Gogh
Not just for self-portraits is this true.
And now, for something completely different and frankly I am not even sure what.
Tonight after dinner with mom, I got in the car to start the drive home. Turned on the radio and there was Tchaikowsky’s Piano Concerto No. 1 with Garrick Ohlsson providing the piano in this Boston Symphony Orchestra at Tanglewood performance. I heard this concerto often growing up because it was a favorite of my father.
The pianist received several standing ovations and finally announced an encore, a Chopin waltz. Ahhh, what a way to drive home.
So I had to stop and undo a little quilting. Can’t complain because it’s been pretty smooth going but I couldn’t leave this bit. Broke the top thread and found I didn’t have to cut the bottom because the bobbin had just run out. Now I’m ready to go again.
The boy gathers materials for a temple, and then when he is thirty, concludes to build a woodshed.
