Scumbling toward ecstasy (Week 12)
"A thing of beauty is a joy forever. Its loveliness increases. It will never pass into nothingness." Was John Keats talking about art? A pretty face? A stirring sonata? For the sake of this week's post, let's go with art. I am not artistic. I'm so unartistic, in fact, that I once had a freelance business called Robb J Can't Draw . So I approached this week with the appropriate amount of fear and healthy amount of respect. My goal was to product a work of "art" within 7 days, under the watchful eye of my artist wife . Val supplied me with the art board, a collection of paints and brushes, and a lot of advice. My job was to fill in the rest with a subject and some brushstrokes. Here's how it went. I'd recently seen a picture of a grain elevator being demolished in Mortlach, Saskatchewan. As a transplanted prairie dog, that image moved me. Those "things of beauty" are fast disappearing on the prairie landscape, and...