The artist should not worry over the loss of his early bloom. People were not peaches. Like guns and saddles, they were all the better for becoming slightly worn.
Ernest Hemingway: A Life Story, by Carlos Baker
By the time I was pushing thirty, I was already wondering about diminished capacities in my then profession. I wondered at that age if there were certain pursuits that did not wane with a person’s age. I am delighted to know that I am doing my best watercolor work at age 58, and am still capable of learning new things, turning new corners, encountering, with surprise, new vistas. I know that I am frequently paid as a professional instructor (incidentally, I am teaching plein air watercolor for my fourth consecutive summer, at Eureka Springs School of the Arts, June 17-21), but I still feel that I am a student of this subject. And I often wonder how it would be to work on an MFA in watercolor at this stage of my life. Nevertheless, I have a day job as a teacher of academic subjects, and hope that I am taking full advantage of what I can learn from the masters of art history
Saturday night was the opening of my latest show at the Burson Gallery in Hillsboro, Texas. Five artists opened the night, and I was proud to be displayed along with them. I had to take my photos from an angle, to keep as much glare as possible off the glass. I apologize for the distortion.
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