In the Flow

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Plein air watercolor of Ghost Ranch, Abiquiu, New Mexico

Perhaps I feel happiest when, during the creative process, I simply let work “pour out,” so to speak, without critical intervention or editing.

Robert Motherwell

For weeks now, art work has been pouring out of me, and I’ve fallen far behind in blogging the adventures. Since my recent plein air sojourn into New Mexico, I have travelled to east Texas to plein air paint, and am now making daily trips to Waxahachie to take part in the annual Paint Historic Waxahachie event. This weekend I will exhibit for the first time at Artscape 2018 held in the Dallas Arboretum. Two weeks later I’ll be exhibiting at Arlington’s Art on the Greene. Soon, I plan to post many new images, as I have completed a number of new paintings and am currently having them reproduced in limited edition prints as well as greeting cards. Preparing for this weekend’s show while painting daily in Waxahachie and maintaining my Monday and Wednesday college classes has my head spinning, but it’s a good life.

bullard 1

bullard 2

bullard 3

Oh yes, and by the way, I’ve done other things besides paint. Fly fishing is another passion of mine. I landed fourteen of these.

Thanks for reading.

I make art in order to discover.

I journal when I feel alone.

I blog to remind myself I am not alone.

 

 

 

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2 Responses to “In the Flow”

  1. Hempmaster77 Says:

    Theres nothing i get pleasure from more than that lightning bolt strike feeling when you hookup on a nice size largemouth bass. Except for the exceptional feeling of dragging a brush or pastel stick on a quality substrate! I love the tactical aspect of painting! Your a man after my own heart!
    While on a camping trip with my brother and father in beautiful Tolland state forest in the foothills of the Berkshires about when i was 12 or 13 i went off by myself as usual to fish and commune with nature. I casted a glow in the dark jitterbug lure where there was a evergreen bough hangingover the water a good 15 or so feet. I knew that if there is a good one id be waiting to ambush prey there. Im reeling and jearking and splashing that lure a bit and i saw the ripples from a powerful tail the a missed hit but another one bang got ’em! I had a birdsnest in the line soi had to pull the filament with my hands and barely landed him! If i had come back saying how it got off they surly wouldn’t have believed. As i walked by the rangers station they stopped me and said let’s weight it looks like it might be a record….7lbs 2lbs shy of the record! But they were as impressed as i was for being so young. My father’s taught me very well how to fish and love it grandly! Sorry so long true story. Scouts Honor

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    • davidtripp Says:

      Wow, what a great story! Thanks for sharing that. I would love to bag a bass as big as the one you landed. These were not as large – holding the phone in selfie mode exaggerated their size. They all ran between 3 and 4 lb. And I did not experience that wonderful jolt that usually happens with the vast strike. It was very cold and windy that day, and every bass strike felt more like I had snagged a stump and just had to drag them in. Once I got them close to shore, they woke up and then fought like the Dickens. They were Indeed heavy.

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