Friday, June 3, 2011
Years ago, I lived in SW. Wyoming in a small town called Evanston, it was your everyday small town in the West, there were the typical places to go, and things to do....As Western standards go.
I worked as a bar back in a place called "Billy's Country Emporium" that was short lived..... eventually I worked construction.... The work was hard and rewarding, it was up on a mountain in an area called "Carter Creek", the rest of the country was in recession, we worked like slaves and lived like kings....
We were a rough-shot bunch and would take small road trips .........Blow off steam and take in the surroundings,(which were unbelievable), usually we'd just throw sleeping bags and cooler's in the car/truck and head North, either to Southern Montana, Jackson Hole/Yellowstone or Southeastern Idaho area..... it was truly one of the highlight's of my youth....
So on one of these trips, we were just South of Yellowstone and a group of us probably 10, pulled off the road and set up camp under a long stretch of pine and aspen, built a fire, and proceeded to enjoy the day.
After a while I remember stretching out under the sky... and watching the day pass, The sky there is different from any where I have lived before or after.
I somewhat ignored the party going on (for a while) and just watched the sun moving across the sky....
And I thought ... As a young man
" I will never forget this....."
So here it is almost 30 years later.... I have not forgotten it, the people that were there are a bit fuzzy, but the clean day and the air that swirled around us has remained as fresh as it was that weekend. or just last weekend.
(I hope I didn't give away my age on this story, but its all part of sharing one's experiences)
Saturday, April 23, 2011
Monday, April 4, 2011
So, when we were kids, we'd go to visit my father on the East side, he lived in a nice little town out side the city..... He had a house that had a creek running along the back of the house, it was really more of a water over run to prevent flooding.
We would explore it and sneak cigarettes and do all the things boys will do when left on their own, at the end of the creek there was a tunnel, the water would flow through, it had a bend in it, so one could not see to the end, to do that you would have to enter.... so we did... with candles.....
When we would get to the bend there was light, and at the end it was squared off and the water would flow until it dropped about 60 feet to the river.
Years later I would have a reoccurring dream... as an adult I was outside the tunnel, there was a girl or woman, I was never sure...... She would see me then run into the tunnel, I could never catch up with her until I reached the squared off end.... and as I would approach she would just stand there....
When I was just about to her, she would jump head first to the river....... I could never stop her or help her
I probably had that dream 9 or 10 times
Sunday, April 3, 2011
Wednesday, March 9, 2011
Sunday, March 6, 2011
this triptych is less about an actual dream and more about dreaming. like so many people, i have a difficult time getting through the dark and cold days of winter-although i do appreciate the flat light it brings. with this painting i wanted to capture the feelings of hope i have about the coming spring. i have been lucky enough to greet 45 springs and i am always surprised at how powerfully they regenerate and lift my spirits.