Unfortunately, such gentleness doesn't photograph well. For example, the fragment of picture here doesn't show the subtlety that the original has. And Rose is still only a young student, of course, with a long road ahead of her. But I'm rarely looking for sophistication in art. I fall in love with certain pictures when my heart rises to them, seeing a kindred imagination.
Another favourite artist of mine is someone whose name I don't know, and whose art I have only in my memory. One day several years ago, we wandered into a quiet, hill-high gallery and unexpectedly found ourselves surrounded by pencil drawings of delicate, fine-boned dragons. I could have stayed for hours in the calm white light, with the haunting smell of forest drifting in through the windows, as I gazed at every soul-wrought detail. That artist was only student too. Nobody great, sophisticated, or important. But their art will inspire my heart forever.
I'm as lowbrow, sentimental, and self-absorbed about art as I am about books. I don't care about what's considered good. I love what I love, because I love it.
Some other favourites ...
Henry Justice Ford