We were ending our Sabbath in the usual manner: Prayer, followed by a lot of eating, followed by a lesson, followed by more prayer... followed by... you get the drift.
Anyway, during the eating part I changed seats from where I was near the ladies to a chair near my husband. A friend of ours happened to be seated there and he is an artist.
..."And tomorrow, my neighbor you see, he's a musician, he asked me to come and play in my gallery"
He spent 10 years remodeling and building his own home adding an addition to the top. The addition is literally an entire art gallery housing the many works of his late father Chaim Livschultz.
"You should come over and visit sometime" he said to me.
"How is your wife? She is well?"
"Yes yes thank you she was cooking up a storm for Pesach (passover) She was sick but she's better now."
"Oh, coming to your gallery, could I come tomorrow?"
"Oh, well, tomorrow isn't good, the cellist is coming over and I am to sketch him...."
"Wow, do you think I could sketch along with you? Is that being pushy?"
"No no no... he asked if I would bring people over... let me e-mail you tonight. Some people will be watching, some will sketch."
See, you have to make things happen folks.
Somehow, I know good will come from this. I've been over several times before... but never to sketch. I've been trying to get him to mentor me for 5 years and he is always too too busy. So now, I've made my way next to him to at least sketch by his side. That in itself will be something of an experience and most definitely will learn something.
He pushed me off onto his sister and brother-in-law... well, pushed off isn't the best term, because they are also fine artists, but I always wanted to study with Misha.
So, hopefully, tomorrow evening, I'll have some fresh photographs to share. :-)
For now here are a couple photographs from my last visit.
1. Misha standing in front of a painting larger than a wall in a livingroom, I think it's 6 feet high and 12 feet long... something insane.
2. In this painting, Misha points out a small painting, painted by his father 3 days before he died.