A friend of mine who sings jazz for a living started painting for fun last month. Like most jazz singers who live in New York and its environs, she’s as poor as an unemployed churchmouse, so she asked if I’d like one of her canvases for a birthday gift. She delivered it on Thursday, a semi-abstract study in black, white, red, and three shades of blue, done with a palette knife
Terry Teachout on the arts in New York City
