Creative friendships are important. I’ve had a few in my creative life: Robert L. was my first and strongest. We gathered in his basement barroom every Wednesday, drank scotch and soda and listened to Jack Teagarden records. We encouraged each other, supported each other, and were sometimes hard on each other.
Making art is a solitary act, yes, but it never hurts to find another soul to commiserate with, celebrate with, if only to know you’re not the only one.
How Picasso became pals with Matisse and why Manet slashed a Degas … all in Sebastian Smee’s study of painter friends