Every night I have to shoo my current hardworking students out of the studio so I can get to bed by midnight. Li and Sheri are convinced that they are hopeless and aren't making any progress, so tonight I asked a friend with an upmarket gallery in Rocamadour to see if he could tell the difference between the still life studies by me and those by my students. In both cases, he was wrong! Which either means that I am a brilliant teacher or a lousy painter... (ps- the first pear and plate of apricots are mine.)
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