Took my Granddaughter home from a wildlife sanctuary one day. She was about 3 at the time. She didn’t want to go home, and she screamed all the way back home. Didn’t pause for breath. Not a single real tear. I thought “dang I am impressed.”
Painter of Light? I always thought he should be the Painter of Slush. Look at how many of his paintings show ankle deep melting snow. I feel the ice water running into my shoes just looking at them
What had been special and new became just what was. One of the most profound observations I’ve ever seen.