This is a painting of Ingrid Bachman, me and another classmate whose name I can’t bring to mind. Ingrid was the most inspiring teacher. She assumed responsibility for the state of our brains and included a huge reading list of wonderful fiction as part of the class. Which was a fibers studio class.
My friend Céline (she teaches at art neuf,) spent a couple of hours with me, talking about paintings. She says I have to fix the shirt, and she is right. It is too much on the picture plane. I love the feeling from everyone sitting so close; not the usual zone of personal space around […]