When Ken Orrett entered our college
classroom that first time I thought he looked like Santa Claus with a Bahamian
tan. Jovial and bursting with knowledge, he was here to teach art history, a
subject I knew very little about. He explained that, while he loved teaching art history, he was primarily an artist and had been
painting for nearly forty years. But he had a secret. Read about it (here).
I might not have survived owning a crumbling old house if it hadn't been for a special place with a magical hold over me. Read about it (here).
It looks conventional enough, a wealthy older man in a posh setting, an
expensive Japanese screen in the background and an antique leather chair
beneath him. He is easy in his own skin as he faces the sunset of his life, a
scarf around his throat and a jaunty handkerchief in the pocket of his coat. He
isn’t one to suffer fools easily but he appears friendly and probably has a
good sense of humor. Or does he? Check it out (here).
