"When you've got what you need, unload some." Mary Doria Russell
I'm not sure when I've had a better Saturday morning. Today I pulled out the standing easels--mainstays of the teaching studio I closed a couple of years ago--and went for a drive. Like Santa in summer, I delivered them to former students. Every one of them had expressed interest in having, not just any easel, but one of the sturdy handbuilt lime green easels they'd learned to paint on sometime in the last fifteen years.
Now, instead of gathering cobwebs in my shed, those easels are going to gather more paint splatters and charcoal dust in improvised studios throughout the region. I don't need furniture to remind me of the glory days of the big black pig studio. I have friends for that. And now more of my friends have easels.
Hmm. I wonder who needs paintbrushes?
I'm not sure when I've had a better Saturday morning. Today I pulled out the standing easels--mainstays of the teaching studio I closed a couple of years ago--and went for a drive. Like Santa in summer, I delivered them to former students. Every one of them had expressed interest in having, not just any easel, but one of the sturdy handbuilt lime green easels they'd learned to paint on sometime in the last fifteen years.
Now, instead of gathering cobwebs in my shed, those easels are going to gather more paint splatters and charcoal dust in improvised studios throughout the region. I don't need furniture to remind me of the glory days of the big black pig studio. I have friends for that. And now more of my friends have easels.
Hmm. I wonder who needs paintbrushes?
Hi Linda, just found your blog this morning, searching Stretchers, yes for canvas, not medical ;)
just want to say thank you for that blog post, and comment on this one; today is Sept 11, 2010 and there has been no comment here for such a lovely thing to do; hope all is well in your corner of Canada;
Cheers,
Dave C
Posted by: Dave C | September 11, 2010 at 05:17 PM
You're welcome, Dave C. I think of this blog as an archive rather than a diary, a place to which I can refer someone who wants to know how to build stretchers, for example! But sometimes the diary is also a lesson, and I learned a lot by giving those easels away. Thanks for reminding me on this most emotionally demanding of days, September 11th.
Posted by: Linda Carson | September 11, 2010 at 06:23 PM