Still life: carafe with pears
It’s almost time to eat the pears… I had dinner last night with my painter friend, Tim Rice, and two of his friends — one an actor and the other a collector. The conversation was lively — we’d just been to an opening, and talk was about changes to the gallery world (the magaritas helped buoy the mood, in spite of the subject). This morning when I got to the studio, Lisa, the collector, had left a bag of Asian pears on the stoop. I must have told her that my Boscs were nearing their end.
Tomorrow, maybe another run to the junk shop. There was a brass candlestick I wish I’d gotten last time.
More postings on the Caprichos soon, too. The hand lettering is coming along, slowly but surely.