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Tuesday, August 11, 2009
  painting with roberto


In the spring of 1970, when I was in tenth grade and my older brother was a senior, our family hosted an exchange student from Trento, Italy named Roberto. He wrote a teasing note in my yearbook before he left that ended with "When you are a famous, great artist, remember me!"

I doubt I'll make that status in this lifetime--but joking aside, I appreciate now that he thought I might follow my dream to be an artist--an idealistic and unformed idea at the time.

This past week, Roberto and his significant other, Paola, arrived for their first visit to the US in 39 years. It turns out that Roberto (now a medical doctor) is very interested in painting, and in art in general. He wanted to learn about the techniques I use with cold wax medium, and so on Sunday we spent several hours in my studio, during which he watched me paint, asked questions, and got a good start on a small panel. After so many years of painting alone, I've gradually come to appreciate the communal aspects of painting through my workshops, and I enjoyed the quiet stretches of time when each of us was focused on our work. Sharing my studio with someone important to me from my past was a special pleasure.

Although there were many enjoyable moments during Roberto and Paola's visit--including wonderful food, conversation, and good-natured laughing at my attempts to speak Italian--Sunday in the studio was really a highlight for me. Painting with Rob made me feel connected not only with a person I have not seen for almost four decades, but also with my own teenaged self and my vague dreams and aspirations of becoming an artist. There was a kind of surreal, fast-forward sense of time, a feeling of "How did I get here?" and wonder at how this particular path has opened up over the years.
 
Comments:
I too remember back to my early high school years when I sat in my art classes, loving to draw and paint, but not thinking too much that years later I would toiling away in my own studio. So I know how you feel all these years later.
 
How exciting to reconnect with someone from your past who is interested in your life passion. It must have been very affirming and reassuring to have him in your creative space...
A special blessing.
Hope you took lots of photos.
 
Thanks to both of you for your nice comments... and actually the photo I posted was about it--too busy painting!
 
How wonderful to be able to renew such a long-ago friendship, and the share your artistic passion with him.
 
I remember winning a painting contest in 2nd grade. the assignment was to paint to the music Dancing With The Flowers. Years later I still work every day in my studio and the past comes forward for all to embrace.
 
what a beautiful post.
 
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