He had come to the museum to pick up a bronze for a friend. The exhibit had ended and his friend was unable to retrieve her work anytime soon. He introduced himself with a tip of his hat as Curtis Fort. He was a cowboy and an artist, with his crisply starched jeans tucked neatly … Continue reading Pen Pal
16"x20" acrylic on canvas In private collection
I accidentally startled a small group of wild stick horses today.
My life in recent time has become a relatively solitary existence. The time here passes like the landscape does; with little perceived change.
Good progress on this one tonight.
I'm liking where this one is headed.
I didn't imagine that this is where I would be at 43 years old. Not that I had anything in particular in mind....but this....this is definitely not it. And it's not so much the place (physical or societal locale), but more the emotional spot I didn't think I'd be in. I imagined it more stable, really. … Continue reading Starting Again….
The installation was on Broad Street in the Hilltop area of Columbus, Ohio.