
I live in an old mill town called Wallingford, CT. My home is of an early 1800s small farm house
on about a quarter acre property in the downtown area on the "otherside" of the tracks so to speak. I have always lived near or in a wooded area, surrounded by large, vast areas of hills, fields, trees, and rivers or creeks. The soothing memories of these places is what keeps me tranquil alot of times here, as this is the almost opposite. Not very tranquil with constant neighboors, fire engines, and the smell of paint fumes in the air from a nearby body shop. The Amtrack is only a few hundred feet from my front door, however, oddly enough, their loud horns do not phase me a bit; only to feel the rumblings as they go by benieth me. Sometimes I wish I were traveling on it, to a far away place into the hills of Vermont or somewhere, as I must have constant discipline to stay in my process at busier times of the year from all the interruptions. However, sometimes such a life can help create the process and be used as a stimulating way of coping in such areas. I create to do this as well; keep myself sane and at peace. Someday I do hope to have a few acres of my own, where nature and art can be my only influence. My artwork is created using lots of found and natural objects because I go out into the woods for a relaxing visit and begin to see art in some of natures' beauty. Finding the old bottle dumps as a land surveyor, and now for artwork pieces is another huge part of my art process. It is a way of life.
The process that is. One knows this to be true if they are a real artist. Their life is reflected through their artwork and thier art process is created from the life in which the artist lives.
This is raw, and true to reality. Indeed great art. This charcoal drawing I did a few days ago, "Birds on a Wire". This reflects my observations and combining of nature and man. This is taken from a photograph my son took in Nashville Tennessee this past Christmas. We were driving to dinner in a car parade with several cars where I pulled over and made him take the picture.
I knew when I saw it that I wanted to create it somehow. And, finially I did. 18"x24".
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