caused a scene in the national gallery

Today

Peter took us up to the top of our flat and showed us our studio.

Can you think of anything better conducive to creation than a small, bright and sunlit room for a few little artists? I love it love it love it down to the last wood plank on the floor

and and can't wait to get to work. 

Guess what else? 

I saw my first Vuillard painting today...in real life.

The Earthenware Pot, 1895

I really did. He was my favorite growing up, doesn't everyone know already?Maybe I dropped my sketchbook,

this is the sketchbook that i dropped

covered my mouth, and gasped quite audibly when I saw it. Oops? The colors were so deep and milky...or buttery...just something edible - you can't capture even a fraction of it in a picture.

This is just what London is supposed to be like, thank you.

Peter told us to go to the National Gallery and spend at least an hour looking at one painting, a painting we'd pick apart and search inside to write about. This is a practice we'll be expected to keep up throughout our stay here, and I'm thrilled about it. I found that sitting down with one piece of work for that amount of time and attention created an atmosphere similar to what I experience in the temple. The world quiets out and I contemplate on purpose and the mind of someone else's mixing with my own. What a beautiful feeling.

How amazing would it be to paint something that someone could blissfully gaze at for hours, and walk away from on cloud nine? or cloud TEN?