“Fruits . . . like having their portrait painted. They seem to sit there and ask your forgiveness for fading. Their thought is given off with their perfumes. They come with all their scents. They speak of the fields they have left. The rain which has nourished them. The daybreaks they have seen.” —Paul Cezanne
I’m back to painting fruit. Warm-up exercises for the waiting-to-be-painted pages in my new Kilimanjaro Bright White wc paper block. A calming break from my tedious lesson plan sessions.