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Recently, while visiting a community center in a Welsh town that is wilting under high unemployment, Charles was inspecting some art pinned to the wall when he was asked by teacher Andrew Herbert to draw something. The accomplished amateur painter obliged immediately, dashing off a witty sketch of Jason Rossington, 14, complete with mop of peroxided hair. Explaining later how he summoned the nerve to thrust felt-tip pen and paper in front of the heir to the throne, Herbert said it took no nerve at all: "You feel relaxed with him, as though you've known...
...commentary for NPR and a CD she's created to go with one of her novels; subscribe to her newsletter; read reprints of her syndicated column; and peruse rambling letters about her latest doings. (Last week, we were delighted to learn, Maynard was in the Hamptons with her painter friend Paco, who "keeps a stew pot going, filled with some amazing concoction containing fish and potatoes and herbs and wine...
...doubtful whether anyone is ever going to look back on William Sidney Mount (1807-68) as a great American painter; the charm of his work is too modest, its range of feeling too circumscribed, for that. And yet, as the show of his paintings, drawings and prints at the New York Historical Society in Manhattan (before traveling to Pittsburgh, Pa., and Fort Worth, Texas) makes clear, there were reasons for his popularity, and he has a special place, very much his own, in the making of American art. Why? Because, with the slightly younger George Caleb Bingham...
...treating Bonnard as a mere hedonist, with his beautiful color and apparent lack of conceptual underpinning. In this they have been wrong. There was nothing stupid or foolishly pleasurable about Bonnard's work. But Whitfield is right to see Bonnard as an elegiac artist: "He is not a painter of pleasure. He is a painter of the effervescence of pleasure and the disappearance of pleasure...
...Intimist. He cared nothing for heroic or historical themes. He had no public life, and his diary was filled not with reflections on art, life or politics but with pencil sketches and occasional notes on the weather. Nor did art theory, avidly debated among some of his painter friends, interest him much...