Gallery at Redlands introduces The Twelve Tonight

March 20, 2021

It is difficult dictating a Blog on the phone with all the business going on around us. As I voice text this, I am sitting in my booth Under the Tent. Tonight we hold a reception for The Twelve in The Gallery at Redlands. Our event will be from 7 to 9, and we hope you will be able to make it. Refreshments and door prizes will be a part of the evening as well as a chance to meet and visit with the artists.

Thanks for reading!

Raising the Tent for Art Alley

March 18, 2021
Workers assembling framework for enormous tent housing tomorrow’s V.I.P. event

Ultimately, it doesn’t matter to the world if you paint or dance or write. The world can probably get by without the product of your efforts. But that is not the point. The point is what the process of following your creative impulses will do for you. It is clearly about process. Love the work, love the process.

Ian Roberts, Creative Authenticity

Stepping outside The Redlands Hotel early this morning, my heart quickened when I rounded the corner and saw the framework for an enormous tent under construction. Friday night 5-9:00 kicks off the V.I.P. event for Art Alley, the fine arts portion of Palestine’s annual Dogwood Festival. V.I.P. tickets sell for $20 per person and attendees will have advance opportunity to purchase the art that will be under the tent when the Festival opens Saturday and runs till 4:00. Four of our Twelve will be under the tent enjoying the crowd along with the live music, heavy hors d’oeuvres and beverages. Our gallery artists under the tent, along with myself, will be Deanna Pickett Frye, Cecilia Bramhall and Stacy Campbell. Stacy is already on her way today, pulling a trailer down the highway, excited for the event. Deanna and Cecilia, local artists, don’t have the long travel, but are ecstatic all the same. And I, well I am in the gallery along with Wayne and Sandi, still stitching up details.

Rising this morning and sitting down to coffee, I looked out my favorite window again, in suite 207 of The Redlands Hotel, through the fire escape and at the stately Carnegie Library across the street, and breathed a prayer of thanks for being included in this endeavor. After years of grinding out work as an artist and coming to terms with the quote above that the world will get along just fine without my contributions, I have always wondered why it is that I was finally recognized and invited to participate in ventures such as this. Palestine is such a nostalgic town with this historic hotel, the Union Pacific yards down the street, a Catholic Church next door that gleams like a pearl in the sun, and people so friendly and unpretentious. I’m grateful to be invited to participate in these community events, and happy that I have a place to display my art, and even happier now to be surrounded by so many creative colleagues. We The Twelve breathlessly await the gathering Saturday night when we open the doors to The Gallery at Redlands and begin the next chapter in our journey.

Sitting next to the window in suite 207 of The Redlands Hotel

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.

Relaxing in The Gallery at Redlands

March 17, 2021
Wayne & Sandi Relaxed in Conversation

An artist learns by repeated trial and error, by an almost moral instinct, to avoid the merely or the confusingly decorative . . . to say what he has to say with the most direct and economical means, to be true to his objects, to his materials, to his technique, and hence, by a correlated miracle, to himself.

Irwin Edman, Arts and the Man

Wednesday night, forty-eight hours before our Art Alley under the tent outside The Redlands Hotel, the three of us have checked into the Redlands, unloaded most of our freight into the gallery, and have decided to relax into the rest of this night and get an early start to work in the morning.

Wayne and I drove all day yesterday from Missouri back to Texas, arriving last night exhausted. Then the three of us pushed ourselves all day today, completing tasks, packing, loading and then making the two-hour journey to Palestine.

As I write this, I am enjoying Wayne and Sandi’s engaged conversation in their shared passion of horses. Both of them ride, and Wayne is a retired farrier. Wayne has brought a relaxed presence into the midst of our recent frenetic schedule. So much still to accomplish. Friday night will be Art Alley. Details are below. We hope you will attend.

We invite you to join us again Saturday night when we hold our Gallery at Redlands reception for The Twelve.

Wayne, Sandi and I were so worn out when we arrived that we almost went upstairs to decompress and not even enter the gallery till the morning. But somehow we decided to come on in, turn on all the lights and sit surrounded by all this new art and just relax awhile and enjoy good conversation. Soon a man entered the gallery and began perusing the exhibit with intense enthusiasm. He visited with me a great deal in front of one of my watercolors of a defunct fireworks stand. As it turns out, his first real business venture involved owning a string of fireworks stands, and now, decades later, he was glad to stand before a painting and remember. I felt a kinship with him immediately as we both discussed how important it was for us to remember our formative past with gratitude and as much detail as possible. It now looks as though I will painting another fireworks stand in my future, and I’m thankful when someone else puts a significant idea in front of me like this. How fortunate that we chose to spend some time in the gallery this evening.

It’s been an exhausting but terrific day. I hope I can keep up the pace and send out daily reports on what we’re doing here in Palestine. Wayne, Sandi and I won’t be departing this place till Sunday. Tomorrow, Stacy Campbell comes down to join us and stay through the weekend. Lorraine McFarland is flying in day-after-tomorrow. The Twelve are beginning to gather and I feel enthusiasm rising. What a lovely world is being woven as we approach this weekend.

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.

Ready to go On the Road

March 16, 2021
Hank’s Guest Cabin

I was surprised to awaken at 5:11 this morning without an alarm, rested, and ready to go back on the road. I found Hank already up next door, his gear already gathered and ready.

I’m sorry! I am calling him Hank. That’s my character for the stories. The real man is Wayne White, school buddy since the second grade. We have gathered his photography and are returning to Texas to open our show at The Gallery at Redlands in Palestine. We cannot wait to connect with our group, The Twelve, for the Saturday night Gathering.

We hope you have a wonderful day today, as we anticipate to have ourselves. The road is calling… More later.

Old Fishing Buddies Heading to The Gallery at Redlands

March 15, 2021
Wayne White, photographer and member of The Twelve (disclaimer: this is MY photograph; his are better!

Time is but the stream I go a-fishing in. I drink at it; but while I drink I see the sandy bottom and detect how shallow it is. Its thin current slides away, but eternity remains.

Henry David Thoreau, Walden

This Monday morning makes me wish I could be in several places simultaneously, but in a sense, I guess I am. We do live in an amazing technological age where we can remain connected. Seated at my sister’s dining room table in High Ridge, Missouri I am working on gallery business (we have our opening reception of The Twelve at The Gallery at Redlands Saturday night) 659 miles away. And she is working from her home, connected to her job site at Boeing, 25 miles away.

Yesterday was grueling, driving through a rainstorm from Arlington, Texas to High Ridge, Missouri–there was never a break from the rain. But a wonderful, comfortable night’s sleep has started this morning off well. Later today I’ll travel an hour south to pick up Wayne White (the hero of my “Hank” stories on the blog). He will travel back to Texas with me tomorrow and we’ll put his photographs in the gallery. I’m so proud for him to be among The Twelve.

The Thoreau quote posted above knocked the wind out of me in 1989, and I still cannot read it casually, especially as I grow more conscious of age. Since Wayne and I reconnected on Facebook some years back after being separated since graduation, we have enjoyed annual camping and fishing trips together. After our Saturday night opening, we’ll find a place in Texas or Oklahoma where we can enter the stream and pursue our passion of fly-fishing. When I step into the stream, I will be reminded of Thoreau’s famous dualism–time and eternity. The quick-flowing water will present a challenge, as time and daily activities do, but my feet will be anchored on the eternal foundation. And as I fish, I will think of the myriads of experiences that have swept over, around and through me, but remain thankful for the core that has held me steadfast through it all.

Another immortal quote comes to mind from Norman Maclean:

The river was cut by the world’s great flood and runs over rocks from the basement of time. On some of the rocks are timeless raindrops. Under the rocks are the words, and some of the words are theirs.

Thanks for reading. We have so much to do before we open Saturday night at 7:00. We hope you will come to our event at The Gallery at Redlands.

P. S.–I haven’t done a very good job advertising the Friday night event in which I will also participate along with three other members of The Twelve. The VIP event Friday night from 5-9 will cost $20 for admission, and will feature eight artists under a big tent along with live music, heavy hors-d’oeuvres and beverages. I’m attaching the advertisement below:

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.

Morning in the City

March 12, 2021
Enjoying the Morning Quiet

I awoke, feeling I was in an Edward Hopper painting. Suite 207 in the historic Redlands Hotel in Palestine, Texas has been a second home for me in recent years. The Gallery at Redlands is below me, and just thinking of how it looks inside fills me with warmth, even more than the coffee. Reading from New Art City, I occasionally look up, happy to see the silhouette of an ancient fire escape outside my window. The view of the Carnegie Library across the street always fills me with a nostalgic imagination of what life was like in this city when New York was booming in the fifties. Palestine only has a population of 18,000, so it’s much quieter than urban environments as we know them, but just now as I’m writing this, the garbage trucks are groaning and thrashing about as they empty the dumpsters outside the Queen Street Grille, also below me and across the lobby from the gallery.

Reading stories in New Art City about Willem de Kooning, Robert Motherwell, Mark Rothko, Barnett Newman and other members of The New York School fuels the excitement I’m feeling about The Twelve as the day draws closer for them to enter The Gallery at Redlands (I’ve written a poem “Enter the Twelve” that’s been posted repeatedly on this blog). The camaraderie among the new artists is warm, and I’m enjoying every contact I experience with them.

Sacred Heart Catholic Church across the street

Sacred Heart Catholic Church tolls the hour, 7 a.m. I find myself rising from the kitchen table to stroll back to the bedroom and look out the window across to the church. This magnificent structure has kept me good company in past years, tolling out the hour throughout the day. I always found comfort in listening to it.

Watercolor of Sacred Heart
Ghost Sign in Elkhart, Texas

Ghost signs are among my favorite subjects for watercolor. Visiting Elkhart recently, we found this on the side of one of the businesses downtown. I look forward to attacking in on paper, hopefully soon. After returning to the gallery from Elkhart, I was surprised while talking to a visitor, Gayle Rogers, that there is a Pilgrim Cemetery and old church outside Elkhart with a number of the Parker clan buried there. As it turns out, Gayle is an 8th-generation descendent of Cynthia Parker, the one kidnapped by the Comanches who later became mother to Chief Quanah Parker.

It’s been an amazing day, and we’re hardly past noon. Time to get down to gallery work. We hope you’ll join us for our Meet the Artist reception Saturday night, March 20, 7-9. The Twelve are excited to meet you!

Thanks for reading.

Anticipation Rising: Thursday night working in The Gallery at Redlands

March 11, 2021
One-and-a-Half Weeks before we Open with our Meet the Twelve Reception

Enter The Twelve

We are The Twelve.

Ruminating, fashioning, presenting,

Offering creations, gifts to our brothers and sisters.

Pondering our world, we re-shape,  we re-cut, we re-color,

Inviting prismatic light to reach diverse eyes.

We are The Twelve.

In quiet studios we dream, we feel, we cry.

We say Yes! to the invitation to create.

Our creator fashioned us in His image,

The Imago Dei, the faculty to create.

We are The Twelve.

Our paintings, pottery, photographs and sculpture weave a tapestry

Of collective lives, tightly woven fellowship of belief.

We are The Twelve.

Converging on The Gallery at Redlands, we join in chorus

To celebrate lives immersed in the arts,

Adhering to words of our patron Saint Matthew:

Art still has truth.

Take refuge there.

We are The Twelve.


Sandi and I gratefully received word that our initial COVID vaccines are scheduled for Saturday morning. Thus, we’re working in The Gallery at Redlands during mid-week. On Sunday I’ll be heading to Missouri to pick up Lorraine McFarland’s pastels in Rolla (she will fly to Palestine for the opening of our gallery, and forunately will not have to pack her artwork onto the plane). After Lorraine, I’ll head to Bonne Terre, Missouri to pick up Wayne White (alias “Hank”) and his photography, and together we’ll return to Texas. We have plenty of conversational catching up to do.

We earnestly hope you will be able to join us for the celebrations next weekend. Friday March 19 from 5-9 is the VIP reception for Art Alley. Eight artists have been selected to display and sell their work under a large tent with ten-foot spaces between each booth to comply with COVID protocol. Tickets are $20 per person and are required for attendance which will feature exhibits, heavy hors d’oeuvres, alcoholic beverages and live music. Four of our Twelve artists will be featured in this event.

Saturday night March 20 from 7-9 will feature our Meet the Artists reception for The Twelve. The conversations online between artists who’ve never met before has been so gratifying to read. Art lovers who read the blog and Facebook also have reached out with affirming words of praise to this group of artistic spirits. Sandi and I cannot wait to spend a couple of days with them as they begin arriving in Palestine.

Meanwhile, details continue to arise that must be addressed. The hour is drawing late, so I will close this and say Thank You for reading.

I make art in order to discover.

I journal when I feel alone.

I blog to remind myself I am not alone.

Meet our Potter, Paula Cadle, One of the Twelve

March 10, 2021

Paula Bruestle Cadle graduated from Rocky Mountain School of Art in Denver, Colorado. She joined Fletcher-Keating Graphics after art school and worked in advertising and commercial art for several years before concentrating on fine art.

Paula’s media includes clay and pen and ink. She prefers to focus on hand-built pottery but still does occasional graphic design. She describes her work as follows:

“My clay work is built with coils and slabs that are hand-worked into various shapes and styles. I use white earthenware clay and sometimes stoneware clay for the larger pieces. My clay designs are an extension of my love for drawing and graphic arts. I paint original designs on the clay using bright colors. Under-glaze colors are applied two or three times and then fired. A clear or colored glaze is sprayed or brushed on for a second firing. Some of my pieces have over-glazes in silver or gold and are fired a third time. I love colors and use them quite liberally. Sometimes I add weavings or other ornamentation for a unique appearance. My joy is in making the clay artwork and decorating it. Once finished, it is time to let go and move on to a new design or idea.”


Many who have visited The Gallery at Redlands in recent weeks during our redecorating have commented on the strong light that now floods the space. Sandi and I say that some of it is due to LED lights we have installed, but much of it is the brightness of Paula’s pottery that has recently arrived.

Thanks for reading and we hope you will visit us for our Artist Reception Saturday March 20 from 7-9 pm. Come meet The Twelve and feel the electricity and energy from these creative spirits!

Meet Wayne White (alias Hank!), One of The Twelve

March 8, 2021
Photograph developed onto glass 7.2 x 9.6″ comes with stand or can be hung on wall $110

(I have to get this out of the way, quickly!)–Wayne White, my school pal since second grade, has been the inspiration for my “Hank” series of paintings and stories I hope to publish in a book titled Turvey’s Corner 63050. Readers of my blog have already seen the stories and watercolors, but the paintings have not been on public view. When we open The Gallery at Redlands with our show of The Twelve on March 20 (7-9 pm), four of the paintings will be on view, and Wayne will be present, not as my mascot, but as a photographer/artist in his own right. In a few days I’ll depart for St. Louis to pick up him along with his work, and we’ll return together for the opening.


Since the second grade, Wayne and I were in classes together and in friendly competition with each other and a third fellow, Glen Land. In drawing and painting we were always eyeing each other’s work and vying for first place in competitions and praise from our teachers. I believe I can safely say we were in a tight three-way tie. But when it came to athletics, there was no competition; Wayne was the premier athlete in every sport.

Once high school arrived, Wayne was in sharp demand for basketball, baseball and track. All the coaches wanted a piece of him, and he would eventually land the captaincy in varsity basketball. In Art I, we shared a jerk of a teacher (this story is parallel with what we published earlier with readers in our introduction to Cecilia Bramhall, another member of The Twelve). Early in the ninth grade, the art teacher, looking over Wayne’s work, said “Better stick with track.” Wayne was shattered, dropped out of art and focused his entire high school career on sports. At that point we went our separate ways and didn’t find each other again until Facebook came on the scene.

Though dropping out of formal art classes, Wayne was never finished with art itself. He laughs today at his memories of developing 110 Fuji film, reading photography magazines, and trying to understand the dynamics of framing photographs as works of art. In his everyday life, he looked at the world around, constantly musing, “How can I turn that scene into a work of art?” In 1976, Wayne’s art world expanded with his purchase of a 35mm camera, and then when the digital age arrived, he finally accepted it (reluctantly, he says, referring to himself as “old school”).

We can accurately describe Wayne as a Renaissance man, with an imagination that fuels several pursuits in his personal life. He has recently retired from work as a farrier, though he still has his own horses and frequently focuses his blacksmithing skills, shaping and fashioning iron. Wayne is also an avid fly-fisherman, freqently kayaking down the various rivers in his county south of St. Louis. I also like to call him the Cowboy Cook. Wayne is a master of Dutch ovens and cowboy coffee. Everytime he cooks for us on camping trips, I am flabbergasted at how he keeps several Dutch ovens going simultaneously along with a coffee pot hanging over the fire, and all the food items come out at the same time, steaming hot on the plate! His camping skills also amaze me; I’ve never seen him use a match or lighter to start a fire for cooking. He is strictly a flint-and-steel igniter. I am excited, just thinking about our next time setting up tents and camping alongside a stream somewhere. But both of us are much more excited to attend the opening of our gallery on the night of March 20. Please come and meet Wayne and see his excellent work.

Wayne is also a successful blogger. You can read his musings at

Thanks for reading.

Early Sunday Morning in The Gallery at Redlands

March 7, 2021
Quiet Time for Reading and Reflection, The Gallery at Redlands, Palestine, Texas

For many artists, their profession is a mysterious calling, a way to create something unique while rebelling and living outside of society, yet never losing sight of the need to move society. Most artists must persevere against enormous odds in pushing their talent forward. For many, there are no rules or guidelines in the silence of the studio–and, more terrifying, no audience in the loneliness of the studio.

Murray Dessner, Foreword to Living the Artist’s Life by Paul Dorrell

At Work in Studio Eidolons, Arlington, Texas
Working in my Undisclosed Texas Location

The Redlands Hotel is generally quiet on Sundays, and that is when I manage to get most of my work done. This Sunday was a rare exception. The Gallery at Redlands witnessed quite a stream of people passing through, and the conversations were pleasant. Sandi and I are bemused, and happy at the same time. Since we took over the gallery February 1, we haven’t really been open for business, but still managed to sell five paintings. It feels unusual to have patrons perusing the gallery while we are still installing furniture, hanging paintings and adjusting lights. But that is OK.

The quote posted above rang my bell early this morning. I’m looking forward to talking to The Twelve when they finally gather here in The Gallery at Redlands March 20 for our Opening Reception. I’ve wanted to talk to kindred spirits for years about the dynamics we experience when working alone in studios, with our eyes fixed on the days we enter the artists’ marketplace. For years I have known the tension of my private vs. public life (artist vs. public school teacher). Now retired, a different tension has caught me by surprise: artist vs. gallerist. Friends have recently asked me if I am leaving behind the life of an artist to pursue life as a business man. My simple response: No. Daily I am thinking out paintings, waiting for an opening to pursue the next one. I anticipate it will happen soon after our March 20 Gallery Reception if not sooner.

This blog had its inception at 7:30 this morning. Now, it is 4:13 and I am still trying to wrap it up, such has been life in The Gallery at Redlands this Sunday. Our hope is that this will continue.

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.