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Still Buzzed by the Weekend Road Trip

October 28, 2012

Fort Worth Stockyards

“Right over those knolls over there, something wonderful is going to beUh, but you found out that, the more you went, there was just more knolls.”      (interview with Ken Kesey)

In the past few days, I have reopened Jack Kerouac’s On the Road, thus renewing my own favorite past time.  As I journeyed two hours toward Tyler, Texas early yesterday morning, I laughed to myself as I recalled the words above that Ken Kesey uttered in a moment of candor.  Many times I have found nothing more than extra knolls waiting for me as I journeyed hopefully toward some kind of grail at the end of my road odyssey.  But yesterday, something wonderful indeed was waiting at the end of my search.  I was greeted by the embrace of Wyeth’s spirit, and delighted myself in the company of his marvelous art.

Today has been an all-day romp over this painting (except for some stolen moments re-assembling my man cave in the garage–it’s nice to have cold weather in Texas and be able to work in the garage, putting that abandoned studio back in order).  As I linger over the surface of this cattle drive, I continue to stitch up loose details.  I spent most of today on the right-hand side of the composition, detailing and separating the bodies of the longhorns and trying to finish the background foliage, signage and grounds.  Then I switched to the left, laying in the basic colors and textures of the street beneath the foreground horse’s hooves.  I still have plenty of work to do on the horse and rider.

As I retired to bed last evening, thinking over the events of the Andrew Wyeth day I had just experienced, I could not stop writing in my journal and perusing the volumes I have on Wyeth’s work.  Plenty of ideas for new work emerged, and I am anxious to see where they take me.  I have not only Wyeth to thank for the new ideas, but some key ideas that have sprung from recent readings in T. S. Eliot, Henry David Thoreau and especially Joseph Heller’s Something Happened.  I found the reading of Heller’s novel very sobering when I first went through it back in 2005.  When we get past mid-life, things happen that often turn our world dark, and Something Happened explores that world with frankness.  Well, yesterday I can certainly say Something Happened, and it is much larger than Wyeth and an art museum, and I cannot express enough gratitude for it.  For the first time in years, I feel that I could be on to something quite special as I make this new excursion into art production.  Indeed, I have heightened expectations for new discoveries.

Thanks for reading.