When I was in Wyoming this summer, I heard a wolf calling across the river and echoing between the mountains. The difference between a wolf howl and a coyote howl is slight, and I could’ve been wrong, but I had never heard a sound so magical coming out of the wilderness...soothing, yet awakening. I hear coyotes all the time, but this howl was different - lower in pitch and longer. There’s a song in a wolf howl...
If I taught an art class, or any class, it would start with a warm up that consisted of the students doing something they were not used to doing - something that got them distinctly out of their comfort zone - always something new, and preferably something they were not good at but could improve upon. It would most likely take place out...