Sunday Morning Thoughts in the Gallery at Redlands

We have learned things which are not in the scripts. . . . We have come to see how great is the unexplored, and many life-times will not bring us to the end of our quest. But we wish no end to our quest. We wish nothing, save to be alone and to learn, and to feel as if with each day our sight were growing sharper than the hawk’s and clearer than rock crystal.

Ayn Rand, Anthem

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Working Sunday Morning in the Gallery at Redlands

In 2016, a year after my Artist-in-Residency at Texas A&M University Corpus Christi, a group of artists from east Texas signed up for a three-day watercolor workshop with me on a spoil island in the Texas Laguna Madre. I had no idea then what a wonderful relationship would develop with them. This weekend I was invited to conduct another workshop with this core group in Flint, Texas. This morning finds me back in Palestine’s Redlands Hotel, ruminating over all the new insights that were exchanged among us the past couple of days. I posted the Ayn Rand quote above because I am reading Anthem for the first time, and the passage I read during this quiet reflective morning reminded me instantly of what was so precious this past couple of days.

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Saturday Workshop in Flint, Texas

My workshop group was composed of beginning watercolor students along with well-seasoned artists in watercolor and other media as well. I had the privilege of gaining new insights from a photographer, an oil painter and a colored pencil artist, along with many other kindred spirits. And the joy I felt from the weekend of conversations did not stop with art, but also included great books and ideas related to religion. Most of this morning has been spent scribbling these memories in my journal so I can develop them further at my own leisure. Though a day has passed since I was with them, I can still hear their eager voices in my head and the atmosphere about me right now seems to crackle with intensity and approval.

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One of Two Glorious Fishing Retreats

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Amazing Colors in the Late Afternoon Light

The wonderful family that lodged me during this weekend also took me fishing three times. I am way behind in my fishing quota this year, but thanks to them, I am catching up. We spent a pair of evenings on this beautiful pond, enabling me to fly fish from a boat, working the lily pads and landing quite a load of bluegill. Later last night, we went to Lake Palestine, and I managed to pull in half-a-dozen catfish with the fly rod. That was an experience!

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Possibly Finished with this One

This gas station painting I began recently after finishing the first of my new series titled “Turvey’s Corner 63050”. Years ago, I composed a short prose piece of a young man working in the old station, and have now decided to insert him (and the station) into the narrative of my new series. I haven’t yet come up with a title for this painting, but I have decided to include it, along with the still life below, to my new series. The still life was painted in my garage “man cave” a few winters ago. Here is my story:

The young man was up late again, bedding down in the store room of the old filling station.  He had closed the place at dark, but was too engrossed in his college studies to pack up the books and head for his garage apartment in the next county.  So, with the owner’s permission, he would spend another night in this station store room, amidst the smells of gasoline, oil, pit grease and the grime that had built up over two generations.  The Texaco station was anchored on historic Route 66 in an obscure town east of Amarillo, Texas.  Interstate commerce had all but obliterated the sleepy town, and as soon as this fellow graduated from the community college, he would depart as well.  The local townspeople and patrons had no knowledge or regard for the things that stirred the soul of this young man.  His volumes of Thoreau, Frost, Whitman and Twain had opened to him worlds beyond this community.  And his few camping possessions stored in this room (Griswold frying pan, stove top percolator, kerosene lantern, Maxwell House tin) were the tether that kept him bound to the wild.  He would be packing up his gear in a week and leaving without notice.  It was time to emerge from this cocoon and embrace the world that was calling out to him.

Six Subjects in Search of a Painter

Six Subjects in Search of a Painter

I am very happy today to announce that the inaugural painting of “Turvey’s Corner 63050” found a home this weekend. One of my workshop participants, a very accomplished photographer and oil painter, fell in love with it and purchased it on the spot. So I will post it once more as I say goodbye to another piece that meant a great deal to me while creating it.

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Turvey’s Corner 63050

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.

4 Responses to “Sunday Morning Thoughts in the Gallery at Redlands”

  1. Dian Darr Says:

    What a beautiful, outstanding weekend! I love the quote from Anthem and how it complements the weekend events so perfectly!

    Like

  2. Parkstone International Says:

    Beautiful watercolour painting! Love it ❤

    Like

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