Bob Wittersheim

Maybe they wanted to be, to a certain extent, anonymous, just like the people in the painting. I considered whether knowing more about them would feel like a more satisfying ending to the story. But a name is just a name, after all. And the real clue to who the painter and subjects were seemed to lay in the work itself. This was a person who admired simple aspects of living.

Maybe they wanted to be, to a certain extent, anonymous, just like the people in the painting. I considered whether knowing more about them would feel like a more satisfying ending to the story. But a name is just a name, after all. And the real clue to who the painter and subjects were seemed to lay in the work itself. This was a person who admired simple aspects of living.

A meal, a day in the sun, a connection to the world. hope for a colorful spring. I could relate to that, and it was enough. So who was this woman? I guess I'd never know her exact details, but I felt a kinship with her. She read books, and so did I.

A meal, a day in the sun, a connection to the world. hope for a colorful spring. I could relate to that, and it was enough. So who was this woman? I guess I'd never know her exact details, but I felt a kinship with her. She read books, and so did I.

A meal, a day in the sun, a connection to the world. hope for a colorful spring. I could relate to that, and it was enough. So who was this woman? I guess I'd never know her exact details, but I felt a kinship with her. She read books, and so did I.

She had a cluttered kitchen, and so did I. She looked off into the distance and wondered, or called out to visiting friends, or watched her children play. And I understood all of that. People are not so different. no matter what century they live in. When the painting was dry and ready to be rehung, I set it back in its original frame. I'd even kept the tacks and hammered them into place.

She had a cluttered kitchen, and so did I. She looked off into the distance and wondered, or called out to visiting friends, or watched her children play. And I understood all of that. People are not so different. no matter what century they live in. When the painting was dry and ready to be rehung, I set it back in its original frame. I'd even kept the tacks and hammered them into place.

She had a cluttered kitchen, and so did I. She looked off into the distance and wondered, or called out to visiting friends, or watched her children play. And I understood all of that. People are not so different. no matter what century they live in. When the painting was dry and ready to be rehung, I set it back in its original frame. I'd even kept the tacks and hammered them into place.

The canvas itself had become a little stretched out with gravity and time. And one step in my process had been to mist some hot water onto the back of the painting and set it out in the sunlight. As it dried, the fibers shrank back into their original shape. and the surface was taut again.

The canvas itself had become a little stretched out with gravity and time. And one step in my process had been to mist some hot water onto the back of the painting and set it out in the sunlight. As it dried, the fibers shrank back into their original shape. and the surface was taut again.

The canvas itself had become a little stretched out with gravity and time. And one step in my process had been to mist some hot water onto the back of the painting and set it out in the sunlight. As it dried, the fibers shrank back into their original shape. and the surface was taut again.

I'd learned so much over the semester, not just about the process of restoration and conservation, but about what it might be like to capture a moment and save it for another generation. I was proud as I looped the hanging wire over the hook in my wall to have saved this moment, which I would pass down again when the time was right. I stood back a few paces and looked at the scene I knew so well.

I'd learned so much over the semester, not just about the process of restoration and conservation, but about what it might be like to capture a moment and save it for another generation. I was proud as I looped the hanging wire over the hook in my wall to have saved this moment, which I would pass down again when the time was right. I stood back a few paces and looked at the scene I knew so well.

I'd learned so much over the semester, not just about the process of restoration and conservation, but about what it might be like to capture a moment and save it for another generation. I was proud as I looped the hanging wire over the hook in my wall to have saved this moment, which I would pass down again when the time was right. I stood back a few paces and looked at the scene I knew so well.

A woman, a book, a window. ordinary magic. Sweet dreams.

A woman, a book, a window. ordinary magic. Sweet dreams.

A woman, a book, a window. ordinary magic. Sweet dreams.

I read and write all the stories you hear on Nothing Much Happens. With audio engineering by Bob Wittersheim.

I read and write all the stories you hear on Nothing Much Happens. With audio engineering by Bob Wittersheim.

I read and write all the stories you hear on Nothing Much Happens. With audio engineering by Bob Wittersheim.