An early spring cleaning triumph!  I’ve found my copy of Pieter Bruegel The Elder Fall of the Rebel Angels which I have not seen since at least the autumn of 2016.  I got it at the National Gallery of Art bookstore and had taken it with me various places to make drawings from its pages.  Then I lost it — sad!  But it’s back!

The painting by Bruegel was an early favorite of mine.  I bought a large poster of it during the first autumn I was in college.  They sold posters of famous works of art back then from sidewalk vendors every autumn.  The idea was that young college students would want to surround themselves with culture.  And at the time it was evidently true — true enough to be profitable for someone to stand outdoors all day in the warm clear light selling art posters.

Oh, how things have changed!  But Bruegel’s fierce painting is still one of my favorites.


Find the book here, find perchance to lose and to find again even:


the Silent life of Things

What a beautiful clay pitcher.  I had forgotten I even owned it or the jug either.  After I found the painting stacked amid other forgotten things in the attic, I went looking for the jug, too.  It’s North Carolina pottery, beautiful, handmade, exquisitely painted and fired.  It must be there, I reasoned.  I painted a picture of it; I must have it somewhere.  And sure enough, the pitcher turned up.  In a box, behind something, that was behind something else.

Every space, every centimeter of this picture can be dealt with as a small passage or composition in its own right.   Not only can painting for painting’s sake, it can be for life’s sake — made for noticing whatever is around us.  And there can be a thousand paintings hidden inside a single motif.