Rosemary Leach

This morning the sunshine poured into the studio. I signed a painting while thinking about a conversation I had years ago with a therapist. “How do you feel when you sign a painting?” she asked. “Appalled,”I said. I was shocked to hear myself say it. *** Finishing a painting gradually becomes easier as the years go by. I am still critical and humbled, but sometimes a project must come to an end imperfectly, something people with salaried jobs often take as a given. Hopefully

People imagine that artists like each other. I connect with other artists as much as I connect with the rest of the population. Pressed to paint with a wide brush, I might admit I sometimes find artists more prickly and defensive. If anything, I’m attracted to writers. Marilynne Robinson’s novels (Gilead, Home)feel more aligned with what I am doing in the studio than the work of most painters. Robinson has a worldview that seems profoundly positive, but that acknowledges the