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?
I will be forever grateful for all that Frank taught. The things that I learned from Frank are immeasurable. Not only in art but other parts of life also. I mean no disrespect when I say that he will always be the “Italian Stallion”. Even up into his 70’s and 80’s he was still a very handsome man with lots of charisma! The skiing, weightlifting and constantly teaching throughout the United States in his later years was quite an accomplishment, and I really admired him for that. God Bless you Frank. Just think of all the amazing old masters that you now get to meet and paint with!
Susan, thank you so much for sharing your thoughts. And you are so right about Frank’s attractiveness and charisma–he was always so conscious of his health and taking care of himself. We miss you–Karen and I start our first Art of the Masters workshop tomorrow, and are very excited. We will be channeling Frank, of course. Love ya!
The first few workshops I took with Frank were so enlightening! I had never experienced a teacher who taught you all the whys and wherefores like Frank did. He helped me become a much better artist and instructor. Even though he had me in tears(yes, it’s true…my very sensitive artist’s side caused me much pain and anguish) he also caused me to strive my best to achieve the greatness that he knew I(and all of us) had inside us. Sometimes you have to cry a few tears to gain the grit and determination it takes! At the end, when I was going through so much upheaval in my life, he became my friend…and that meant just as much to me. I will always revere his memory just as we revered him in life.