During a recent workshop, I had packed a few things quickly - one being my brush carrier.
My brushes are stored in the studio gathered in a vertical container, jar, vase of some kind. I grabbed a handful and when I began painting, I recognized an old friend.
When I was 10 years old, my parents sent me to Munson Williams Proctor School of Art in Utica, NY.
In addition to the Children's Saturday morning classes, I was allowed to attend an oil painting class on one weekday evening.
I still have these brushes, very carefully carved with a J, so no one would take them on me. Obviously treated roughly but, like the Velveteen Rabbit, treasured...
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