Ani Art Academies Offer Free, but Rigorous, Art Instruction The Society April 26, 2013 Art, News of Note 1 Comment (Featured Image: “Reraise, Douce!” by Timothy Reynolds. Charcoal and pastel, 10 by 11 inches.) NEW YORK—Imagine a place where a master will teach you to draw and paint like a god, bend light onto canvas, and give you the tools to create impossible worlds in charcoal and oils. What’s more, you’d get free room, board, and tuition so you can focus on the art. Here’s the best part: this place exists. But here’s the catch: only 10 exceptionally dedicated students get accepted each year. Ani Art Academies look like ordinary realist ateliers from the outside—rigorous training, strict adherence to representational standards—but their mode of operating and larger purpose are unexpected. Ani takes the most crucial fundamentals of creating fine art—something many consider rarefied or mysterious—and just gives it away… Read the rest of the story on The Epoch Times. Views expressed by individual poets and writers on this website and by commenters do not represent the views of the entire Society. The comments section on regular posts is meant to be a place for civil and fruitful discussion. Pseudonyms are discouraged. The individual poet or writer featured in a post has the ability to remove any or all comments by emailing submissions@ classicalpoets.org with the details and under the subject title “Remove Comment.” Share this:Click to share on Twitter (Opens in new window)Click to share on Facebook (Opens in new window) Related One Response Bruce Dale Wise July 1, 2013 Reraise, Deuce! in a Niche The man in Timothy J. Reynolds’ charcoal sketch, Reraise, Deuce! has a joker plastered to his head. He looks befuddled in the corner; and, instead of glee [One wonders what the biggest bet will fetch.], he looks astounded at his state…right…at the edge. His shirt is open at the neck. He’s been misled. Appearing comical, a jester in this dead eternal foyer, he assumes he has no hedge. His smirk, his well-kempt hair, his knotted brow, and chin, all show that he’s been in the trenches for some time; but also that he’s laughing at a recent win, as well as an escape from some well-hidden crime; one that, perhaps, René Magritte himself was in— a wild, poker card freed from the hands of rhyme. Reply Leave a Reply Cancel Reply Your email address will not be published.CommentName* Email* Website Notify me of follow-up comments by email. Notify me of new posts by email. This site uses Akismet to reduce spam. Learn how your comment data is processed.