Dream the Impossible Dream
The antidote to tyranny
Ann and I recently started teaching painting classes again after a nearly three month hiatus caused by my neck injury. During that time I was not able to paint either. As annoying and irritating as my neck brace is, it is nothing compared to my sudden cut-off from the easel. I am back painting again, and, in a few days, my neck brace comes off, we hope, for good.
What I realized, during and after our first class, was that I really enjoy teaching—always have—precisely because teaching art is about living well. I treasure the social interaction with students who have also become friends, and I welcome the focus on matters of art and painting. I get swept up in the magic of the vibe in the studio as people engage in learning about everything related to art and painting, and the rarely spoken desires of the soul that drive them to take art classes and grow.
Above all, the studio functions as a place of sanctuary, a refuge for se…
