So, as we previously mentioned, we’ve finally finished the mural -- a bittersweet ending. We won’t lie, it was not an easy project. It feels like we’ve spent a majority of our summer vacation at the school. We’ve had to spend a lot of money. We’ve been really tired. We’ve had to plan a lot (something that is definitely not our strong suit). On our final day, we started working at 1:00 and stayed until 12:30 in the morning trying to finish. And we haven’t even cleaned up yet, which will be a process in and of itself. But it’s there, isn’t it? It stands tall, it doesn’t look half bad, and we’ve had a real adventure doing it. We learned how to brew tea in the English office. We finally had our picnic. We tried to watch the sunset a bunch of times and just happened to miss it each time. We saw KR. We met Gustav. We even bumped into Ryan and his dog Luther on our last day. And when we finished yesterday, it really didn’t feel like the end. This process - going to an empty school, painting ...
We deeply apologize for the long break. Hopefully things have not been too rough for our readers without an update from us. So there’s not really much to say, I just felt like we were in a desperate need for a new blog post. In art-related news, I visited the MFA yesterday. Unfortunately we could not go together because one of us refuses to go with the other. The MFA has always been a kind of wonderland for me. But this time there was something melancholic about the place. Might’ve been the weather, but every painting seemed like it held a lot of sadness or wistfulness or nostalgia or something. Or maybe it was just me, projecting my thoughts onto history. The impressionism section has always been my favorite, and it still is, but this time around I spent almost all of my time in John Singer Sargent’s room. I don’t think I’ve ever really appreciated how fluid or effortless his painting seems. And it’s not really about technique or precision or even whatever the message may be behin...