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Letters
0 Lots of time

Dear Artist, This morning, Janet Morgan of Brooklyn, N.Y., wrote, “My husband Gregory Frux and I will soon be leaving our jobs to become full-time artists. We’ve been doing some brainstorming. We both have projects and trips in our wish-books.…

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0 Negative space

Dear Artist, These days no self-respecting workshop instructor goes half an hour without mentioning negative space. So prevalent has this stylistic concept become that it’s currently central to practically all types of pictorial composition. In my own work, the “backwardosis”…

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0 Spots of time

Dear Artist, The English poet William Wordsworth (works) had a concept that he called “Spots of Time.” These are small, memorable events that occur mainly outdoors and in touch with nature. According to Wordsworth these spots have lasting quality and…

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0 In the mountains

Dear Artist, I’m laptopping you from an alpine-flowered slope above Two Jack Lake, near Banff, Alberta. Earlier today, at a First Nations’ powwow, Stoney elder David Daniels said, “These mountains were given to us by the Great Chief so that…

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1 Exporting the scenery

Dear Artist, I’m laptopping you from the dome car on the Rocky Mountaineer. It’s a summertime rail service that runs between Vancouver, B.C. and Banff, Alberta. Every time Rami, our well-informed steward, points out something of interest — a mountain,…

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0 Copy, right?

Dear Artist, Like a lot of artists who have been around for a while, there are people out there doing fairly commendable copies of my work. Some copy “in the manner of” — the general themes and ideas. Others copy…

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0 Last Child in the Woods

Dear Artist, Just when I thought we might have maxed out on syndromes and disorders — attention deficit disorder, highly sensitive persons, etc., yet another has shown up in the studio inbox. Among the forest of responses to my letter on…

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0 Trees

Dear Artist, Yesterday, Charlotte Hussey wrote, “I’m not a painter, but a poet. I’m writing more and more about nature. I’ve just returned from the woods near the Vermont border where I was working on a sequence of poems for…

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0 Living in

Dear Artist, Starting a painting is very much like entering an empty room. There may be fresh primer — but no furnishings. You walk in with the anticipation of designing the space to your liking. In larger paintings where you…

Letters
0 Eagle eye

Dear Artist, At the entrance to False Bay on Lasqueti Island there’s a narrow passage between two uninhabited islets. High above the channel on a sky-scraping Douglas fir, a bald eagle surveys a wide domain. Below, goose-goslings paddle hard to…

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