Into my heart an air that kills From yon far country blows: What are those blue remembered hills, What spires, what farms are those? That is the land of lost content, I see it shining plain, The happy highways where I went And cannot come again.
by A.E. HousmanExpired 35mm film from a Olympus OM10 camera he gave to me a few years ago, but that I never had opened. Just developed this past weekend.He passed away yesterday.
I spoke with mikewindy, my former sculpture professor at Flagler College, for his Drawing South Podcast. I had not spoken to Mike, beyond social media interactions, in roughly 15 years. It was beyond great to catch up and talk about art making. Mike is a great artist and teacher-and the questions and foundations he laid in that class are things I still feel today. Check out the podcast here https://podcasts.apple.com/us/podcast/a-conversation-with-amelia-eldridge/id1548410092?i=1000693035807 . He has lots of great talks with other artists as well. And here's a link to Mike's own website https://www.mikewindy.com/ . Thanks for the listen.
