When I was in 5th grade I bothered my parents for
art lessons, they found reasonable oil painting classes nearby with a very patient, and talented impressionist artist, Georges Hiss. One Saturday the painting I had grown accustomed to on the wall in front of my easel had disappeared,
the answer was it had been sold. Years later I saw it again in the National Gallery in Washington DC. I wish I could have understood what it was he was trying to teach me, but I was a stubborn child and realism was what I strove for. It's funny that what I remember now are 2 pieces of advice that still make me smile when I think about him: "never paint a crack in the earth" and "you must always paint a tree the way it grows, from the bottom, up". Hubby and I are semi retired now, left the rat race early to start an organic farm. After almost 35 years of working as a medical illustrator I'm hoping to finally find some time to get back to drawing
trees from the bottom up. Pics are the soon to be lost
art of
carbon dust illustration and a pen & ink study