WELCOME TO MY MID-LIFE CRISIS.
I took up painting in earnest only recently after retiring from a lengthy and reasonably accomplished career as a sometime attorney, financial consultant and manager in the overlapping realms of state government and human services.
My mother was an artist and painter. I grew up in a home that was more like a workshop, with a project nearing completion or just under way in every room. It would not be correct to say that I am self-taught, because I had eighteen watchful years at her side; but, I must admit, with some regret, that I have no formal training to speak of.
When I graduated from college, many, many years ago, I briefly considered pursuing a career in the arts; but my father, ever the pragmatist, urged...