Andante
Yesterday turned out to be even more salutary than I had thought. It marked a year having gone by while Andante, the lady not far from here, in N.C., who writes the "Collective Sigh" weblog, has been fighting cancer and the resulting chemo.
She said that in the first stages nobody expected her to be around for the summer. But I posted a comment on her site yesterday saying that I, and I am sure others of her online acquaintances at least, never had such a thought and instead knew that she would be around for the Obama inauguration, just as we expect her to stay on the job for a long time to come. She is that kind of redoubtable lady, and it's painful to think of all that she is having to endure with the chemo meanwhile.
This morning I woke up thinking that I should have added that she, and Steve Bates, who is also struggling with medical issues, and more than one, still have, along with the rest of us in what Rook calls the "blogosphere," far too many things left to observe and to talk about, to be going anywhere any time soon.
As chance would have it, though she heard this last night but didn't tell me till this morning because she thought the news might affect my sleep, J., a fellow artist in the county and whose wife, L., is another very admirable lady whom I know quite well, left here, because of the Big C, way back in Oct or Nov.
Anyway "Andante."
That's a great name, and it is also the title of one of the many paintings that I would like to do in the time remaining, though I'm thinking I had better get going. My hands and eyes aren't all that they used to be.
This painting will be close to four feet high, yet it will be outlined entirely with the profile of Michael Tilson Thomas, the well-known conductor of one of the big orchestras in Britain. Inside the profile, in the background, will be the misty vaulted and arched interior of a hall in which his charges are playing the Andante movement of a clarinet concerto by the American composer Aaron Copland. And in the middle ground will be the tilted figure of the solo clarinetist, whose name I can't remember. I saw and heard this performance on the Artist Showcase on the dish, and it had a powerful effect.
I long ago made and gessoed the masonite panel on which I intend to paint this, so at least there's that.
She said that in the first stages nobody expected her to be around for the summer. But I posted a comment on her site yesterday saying that I, and I am sure others of her online acquaintances at least, never had such a thought and instead knew that she would be around for the Obama inauguration, just as we expect her to stay on the job for a long time to come. She is that kind of redoubtable lady, and it's painful to think of all that she is having to endure with the chemo meanwhile.
This morning I woke up thinking that I should have added that she, and Steve Bates, who is also struggling with medical issues, and more than one, still have, along with the rest of us in what Rook calls the "blogosphere," far too many things left to observe and to talk about, to be going anywhere any time soon.
As chance would have it, though she heard this last night but didn't tell me till this morning because she thought the news might affect my sleep, J., a fellow artist in the county and whose wife, L., is another very admirable lady whom I know quite well, left here, because of the Big C, way back in Oct or Nov.
Anyway "Andante."
That's a great name, and it is also the title of one of the many paintings that I would like to do in the time remaining, though I'm thinking I had better get going. My hands and eyes aren't all that they used to be.
This painting will be close to four feet high, yet it will be outlined entirely with the profile of Michael Tilson Thomas, the well-known conductor of one of the big orchestras in Britain. Inside the profile, in the background, will be the misty vaulted and arched interior of a hall in which his charges are playing the Andante movement of a clarinet concerto by the American composer Aaron Copland. And in the middle ground will be the tilted figure of the solo clarinetist, whose name I can't remember. I saw and heard this performance on the Artist Showcase on the dish, and it had a powerful effect.
I long ago made and gessoed the masonite panel on which I intend to paint this, so at least there's that.
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