There is one local artist in particular whose name is bandied about whenever the subject of 'success' in the arts is mentioned. He has of course a working knowledge of color and a sleeve full of technique. His landscapes are decent enough although nothing that would motivate me to drive a nail into my wall, but a series of portraits that I saw him exhibit were nothing short of embarrassing. Seventeen of the first nineteen comic book illustrators you might hit with a penny could have drafted a much more interesting, and less clumsy figure. Besides poor basic anatomical skills the faces had no character. No light. No energy or gut emotion. Cardboard. Successful.
His wife however is pretty good. Paintings worth standing in front of. Paintings worth a frame and a nail.
He seems to be quite prolific.
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