I have apparently been living under a blanket of ignorance, for it was only today that I discovered the art of Vanessa (Stephen) Bell, older sister to Virginia (Stephen) Woolf.

Sort of like those YouTube reaction muckbang vids or the ones where we watch a musician listen and emote to a popular song or artist that they’ve sheepishly admitted to never having tried, I enjoy watching myself sort through what grabs me about this new-to-me artist whom I should have known about.

These qualities are what I find charming about Cezanne's work. If you've hung around with me a while, you'll know Cezanne is one of the artists that I don't call a favorite, yet I'm fascinated by the fact that I can stare at his paintings like a hungry person. Why?

 I almost have the feeling that he would set about to paint something and honestly not know how he was going to pull it off. I don’t think he had any doubt in his ability to pull it off, it’s more that he was unafraid of different techniques and even rather unconventional points of view- odd angles, even including rather odd items or compositional elements. His unique perspective makes his work feel fresh to me.

I have once again fallen behind terribly at updating the blog.  There are so many things to juggle in life, not to mention actually painting!

After getting back from Italy, Joseph and I bought a little brick house that we fell in love with, our teenage daughter got Chicken Pox, and we had to have one of our dogs put to sleep.  Then of course we get to settle into the new old house and repair some things.