It was during that summer internship I learned that Robert Bateman, my favorite wildlife artist, whose work I then aspired to, would soon have a large showing in the downstairs gallery of the museum.
After my internship ended and Bateman's show opened, I went back into the city several times to see his Portraits of Nature collection in person. It's one thing to see these paintings in the pages of a book (no internet back then), reduced from their original sizes. It's quite another to stand in front of them, many large as life, and see the brush strokes, the surprising color choices, the textures, the little squiggles of paint. I learned more about painting in the hours I spent standing and gazing at this collection of Bateman's work than I did in two years of art college.
Robert Bateman's main page
It's been nearly twenty years since I've painted professionally. About that long ago I began writing, which quickly became and remains the master creative passion in my life. But I've decided it's time to set up shop again to paint. I'll still be writing full time. In fact this month I've begun a proposal for a sequel to Kindred, just in case a publisher is one day as interested in seeing it as I am in writing it. I'm also working on a proposal for a third stand alone book set on the frontier of western North Carolina/eastern Tennessee in the 1780s.
Anyone else starting up new creative pursuits in 2011, or like me, reviving old ones?
photos by cliff1066, and krossbow