My first real oil painting workshop was taken from Frank in April 2007 through the Allied Arts Council of Spruce Grove, Alberta, Canada. Actually, it was my second foray into the world of oil painting, my first having been at least 30 years earlier from accomplished local artist, Sarah Johnson. Unfortunately it proved such a disaster for me that my hidden talent, such as it is, remained, well, hidden. Until 2006. My fault though, not Sarah's.
Anyhow, at the end of the day, all of Frank's students had completed a rendering of a stand of trees. All of these "works of beauty" were lined up beside each other on a display ledge where Frank gave feedback to each artist. They all looked pretty much the same, having been painted from the same photo and using the same palette, so I can somewhat understand how the mistake was made. But stilll......So I received a phone call the day after the workshop from the Allied Arts Council saying that someone had gone home with the wrong painting and would I check to make certain that the one I had was, in fact, mine. It was. Apparently the mystery was never solved. I thought that was hilarious. I mean, think about it. Not much hope for that aspiring artist. Or maybe s/he was smarter than the rest of us, choosing the best of the lot for her/himself.
Incidently, Frank's method for cleaning brushes is to use water and Sunlight soap. Clean right down to the ferrule!! It works well but it takes forever. A small amount of Walnut oil and Walnut Alkyd mixed half and half was the order of the day recommended for Medium - only the amount that would fall from the end of a toothpick. And always use fresh paint - discard the unused stuff. I have since learned that there are more ways than one to skin a cat........
Thank-you Frank. Right out of The Book of Awesome.