![]() ![]() ![]() “And this is why I’m a dancer,” Bird said. You just need to focus on the leaf, and then pull that back to how the light hits the leaf because a leaf, even a leaf that you just see as green, is many shades of green.” “No, see, you are trying to draw the tree. Then I told her to lay down short, staccato thrusts, but her swipes were, frankly, juvenile and clunky. I squeezed out green and white and showed her how to mix for the right shade. The pale glow that surrounded her now grazed me. ![]() She was so close, I could feel her warmth even though we weren’t touching. “Oh ye of little faith,” she said, coming over to stand in front of me at the easel. “Okay, we’re going to use acrylic because if you make a mistake, you can paint over it as soon as it dries.” How about a tree, in the fall, so you can play with color?” I had just walked away before I could ever know her. ![]()
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