April 18, 2012

The students are good-natured in their frenzy as the semester ends. I too have been good natured in recent days, so there is a sort of panicked harmony.

Rolled through slashing thunderstorms to Montreat to hear Nathan’s senior recital. He has turned into a composer, and these were his works. It was an evening of interest and promise, and of the half-dozen things I was expected to do last night, I’m glad I chose that. The recital was in the Chapel of the Prodigal, with its famous mural of the Prodigal’s return. The painting is ruined by preposterous teal shadows which, once you really take a look, dominate the composition.