The spirit of Frank Covino visited me this morning and I wound up with white paint on the back of my hand, that had transferred to the sink and countertop before I realized it. I searched all over but couldn’t find the source, and was blaming the cats for perhaps stealing a tube of my paint–so I was frantically looking for that as well–don’t need any mentally challenged lead-white-eater kitties in my life.
My husband found the source on the underside of a shelf wire in the refrigerator, the result of a paint storing fiasco last week. I thought I had cleaned it up thoroughly, but I guess not. It’s amazing how far a little dot of paint can travel when you don’t want it to.
Remember how Frank was so good at getting more paint on our painting tables and on himself, than on our canvases? 🙂 So, two days before Karen Schmeiser and I begin our Art of the Masters workshops in Arizona, I’m guessing Frank stopped by this morning on his Memorial Celebration Day to remind me to loosen up and not be so picky about making a mess with paint.
Frank will always live on in all our hearts and memories of him. Will you please share below, some of your memories with the rest of us?