Bob Wittersheim

Restoring and conserving important works of art takes a level of skill and study that we knew we wouldn't be approaching in our semester at the community center. We kept it simple. We would clean the top layers of dust and soot from the art with very gentle cleansers and reframe our pieces and learn the best way to care for them going forward.

Restoring and conserving important works of art takes a level of skill and study that we knew we wouldn't be approaching in our semester at the community center. We kept it simple. We would clean the top layers of dust and soot from the art with very gentle cleansers and reframe our pieces and learn the best way to care for them going forward.

Restoring and conserving important works of art takes a level of skill and study that we knew we wouldn't be approaching in our semester at the community center. We kept it simple. We would clean the top layers of dust and soot from the art with very gentle cleansers and reframe our pieces and learn the best way to care for them going forward.

I liked taking a new thin dowel from the tray on my workbench. tearing off a piece of cotton and winding it around the tip till I had a long swab. Most often, I cleaned just with water, working my way slowly over the surface of the painting. As I did, Hidden details I'd never seen before emerged.

I liked taking a new thin dowel from the tray on my workbench. tearing off a piece of cotton and winding it around the tip till I had a long swab. Most often, I cleaned just with water, working my way slowly over the surface of the painting. As I did, Hidden details I'd never seen before emerged.

I liked taking a new thin dowel from the tray on my workbench. tearing off a piece of cotton and winding it around the tip till I had a long swab. Most often, I cleaned just with water, working my way slowly over the surface of the painting. As I did, Hidden details I'd never seen before emerged.

In the green space through the window, I uncovered a tiny hill sitting in the distance, dotted with minuscule houses. Among the bottles and jars on the shelf, was a small black key propped against a cup. What door did that open? The woman herself became much more human. There were lines around her mouth, as if she'd spent many years smiling and laughing.

In the green space through the window, I uncovered a tiny hill sitting in the distance, dotted with minuscule houses. Among the bottles and jars on the shelf, was a small black key propped against a cup. What door did that open? The woman herself became much more human. There were lines around her mouth, as if she'd spent many years smiling and laughing.

In the green space through the window, I uncovered a tiny hill sitting in the distance, dotted with minuscule houses. Among the bottles and jars on the shelf, was a small black key propped against a cup. What door did that open? The woman herself became much more human. There were lines around her mouth, as if she'd spent many years smiling and laughing.

and her hair, which had seemed a simple, plain color, turned out to have thin streaks of darker and lighter shades mixed in. It seemed that every time I sat down to work on another square inch of the canvas, Time would race past me, and I'd be shocked to hear that my hours in the studio were up. I got so connected to what I was doing that I lost track of anything else.

and her hair, which had seemed a simple, plain color, turned out to have thin streaks of darker and lighter shades mixed in. It seemed that every time I sat down to work on another square inch of the canvas, Time would race past me, and I'd be shocked to hear that my hours in the studio were up. I got so connected to what I was doing that I lost track of anything else.

and her hair, which had seemed a simple, plain color, turned out to have thin streaks of darker and lighter shades mixed in. It seemed that every time I sat down to work on another square inch of the canvas, Time would race past me, and I'd be shocked to hear that my hours in the studio were up. I got so connected to what I was doing that I lost track of anything else.

Many a cup of tea had gone cold beside me. as I looked closer at the scene on my easel. When I got to that dark smudge in the corner, I held my breath. My teacher stood beside me, and a few others crowded around. We were all invested. in each of the pieces that we'd brought in and hoped to find enough of a name under the dust and dirt to decipher the artist.

Many a cup of tea had gone cold beside me. as I looked closer at the scene on my easel. When I got to that dark smudge in the corner, I held my breath. My teacher stood beside me, and a few others crowded around. We were all invested. in each of the pieces that we'd brought in and hoped to find enough of a name under the dust and dirt to decipher the artist.

Many a cup of tea had gone cold beside me. as I looked closer at the scene on my easel. When I got to that dark smudge in the corner, I held my breath. My teacher stood beside me, and a few others crowded around. We were all invested. in each of the pieces that we'd brought in and hoped to find enough of a name under the dust and dirt to decipher the artist.

I'd plucked my swab from the tray, wound it with a fresh bit of cotton, and dampened it just a bit in a saucer of clear water. Then, bit by bit, rolled it over the surface, careful to lift off just the soot and not any chips of paint. A few letters began to emerge, like shapes, coming clear from a retreating fog.

I'd plucked my swab from the tray, wound it with a fresh bit of cotton, and dampened it just a bit in a saucer of clear water. Then, bit by bit, rolled it over the surface, careful to lift off just the soot and not any chips of paint. A few letters began to emerge, like shapes, coming clear from a retreating fog.

I'd plucked my swab from the tray, wound it with a fresh bit of cotton, and dampened it just a bit in a saucer of clear water. Then, bit by bit, rolled it over the surface, careful to lift off just the soot and not any chips of paint. A few letters began to emerge, like shapes, coming clear from a retreating fog.

My teacher reached out to stop my wrist and leaned in closer, adjusting the glasses on her nose. I know that name, she said. The painting itself had become clearer, richer, And now, the story of the lady in it would too. To be continued for now. The Lady in the Painting She'd been watching over me for years. From her bench in the painting. Hung for a long time in my uncle's living room.

My teacher reached out to stop my wrist and leaned in closer, adjusting the glasses on her nose. I know that name, she said. The painting itself had become clearer, richer, And now, the story of the lady in it would too. To be continued for now. The Lady in the Painting She'd been watching over me for years. From her bench in the painting. Hung for a long time in my uncle's living room.