Yes... I have been writing a lot, written a long book in fact, and put it on the Internet. It is called Mothers Teach Your Children. It can be read at: mothersteachyourchildren.blogspot.com
Simultaneously, for the past two years I have been visioning and researching and experimenting with a totally new art genre for me...
I call it "Sea America." It is about the coastal life I grew up with as a boy... the wonders of the out of doors, especially the sea, and the people who love those things. Which is most people. It is also about the wonders of womanhood... and vintage cars, and surfing and bonfires and everything which drew us from Houston to spend our weekends on the Island. I grew up loving and exploiting the west end of Galveston Island, a time when we were, and tragically did not know it, the last youths to really relish in the freedoms and beauties and bounties of Texas beaches. It was the combination of exotic adventure, sporting life, and real freedom framed by an eternal horizon. You never knew what you might see, or whom you might meet, or what you might drag up on the beach from your fishing line.
I'm returning to the best time in my life... remembering the fun and beauty and the fellowship. The place where I caught my first fish... where I fell in love with nature... and camping, and my wife. I think it has universal appeal... and I don't care if it does or not. It's in me... and it's got to come out. Or at least that was Hank Williams Jr's excuse.
The first painting along this line was conceived and started three years ago... and I was too busy to ever pursue it... well now I have the time. And since it was finished during this infernal pandemic, I call her the "Corona Girl."
This stuff may or may not sell... but I am having a blast!
Simultaneously, for the past two years I have been visioning and researching and experimenting with a totally new art genre for me...
I call it "Sea America." It is about the coastal life I grew up with as a boy... the wonders of the out of doors, especially the sea, and the people who love those things. Which is most people. It is also about the wonders of womanhood... and vintage cars, and surfing and bonfires and everything which drew us from Houston to spend our weekends on the Island. I grew up loving and exploiting the west end of Galveston Island, a time when we were, and tragically did not know it, the last youths to really relish in the freedoms and beauties and bounties of Texas beaches. It was the combination of exotic adventure, sporting life, and real freedom framed by an eternal horizon. You never knew what you might see, or whom you might meet, or what you might drag up on the beach from your fishing line.
I'm returning to the best time in my life... remembering the fun and beauty and the fellowship. The place where I caught my first fish... where I fell in love with nature... and camping, and my wife. I think it has universal appeal... and I don't care if it does or not. It's in me... and it's got to come out. Or at least that was Hank Williams Jr's excuse.
The first painting along this line was conceived and started three years ago... and I was too busy to ever pursue it... well now I have the time. And since it was finished during this infernal pandemic, I call her the "Corona Girl."
"Corona Girl"
I think she would make a smashing Corona tray... maybe I should contact the Corona beer folks...
