The Conversion on the way to Damascus - Caravaggio 1601
Back again (Taken with instagram)
Harvard Sq. (Taken with instagram)
Ce n’est pas un oeil intérieure (Taken with instagram)
Cool Grey 40% Prismacolor on paper (Taken with Instagram at Stoney Castle)
Love is a temporary madness; it erupts like volcanoes and then subsides. And when it subsides you have to make a decision. You have to work out whether your roots have so entwined together that it is inconceivable that you should ever part. Because this is what love is. Love is not breathlessness, it is not excitement, it is not the promulgation of eternal passion. That is just being in love, which any fool can do. Love itself is what is left over when being in love has burned away, and this is both an art and a fortunate accident. Those that truly love have roots that grow towards each other underground, and when all the pretty blossoms have fallen from their branches, they find that they are one tree and not two.
—Louis de Bernieres
I have come to believe that a great teacher is a great artist and that there are as few as there are any other great artists. Teaching might even be the greatest of the arts since the medium is the human mind and spirit.