While sitting in my vet's waiting room today the people next to me were talking about one of the founders of Eyedrum, an avant garde art space in Atlanta, who had died recently. My heart sank — my favorite art teacher was a founder. A quick Google search confirmed that, oh no, it was him. Woody Cornwell.
In one design class he taught me more about how to use line, shape, balance and value than I would've ever thought possible. It clicked — the way he taught, the way I learn. He was fun, funny, patient, a rebel, a huge talent and a tireless advocate for artists and their visions. He wanted us to learn the rules so we could break them and then defend why we did it. Notes from his class are in my bookcase and a cutout shape of a chair from one of his assignments hangs on my studio wall.
Mostly he's in the photos that I take. These are a few random shots that probably wouldn't exist had I not known Woody. And here are a few more. I have hundreds, maybe thousands.
Woody, thank you. Thank you thank you thank you thank you. Way too soon, my friend. Rest in peace.