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'Dreams', charcoal. As a young child, I use to escape to the hoops down the road at the schoolyard. I was very good then. As an adult, I tried it again and found that all I had left of the sport were memories. I did this piece to represent all the dreams in our lifes that we simply get to touch-for whatever reason. The hand is slightly larger than real life, as are those dreams-in which, we don't persue. Original
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"Thinking", oil. This piece is actually a portrait of my daughter, during a very difficult time in her life, when all she could answer was..."I'm thinking." It was one of those times, when a mother can not fix. So afterwards, I took it out on my canvas. Original
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"Hiding Place", watercolor. Way before I could ride a bike, I would grab my pad and pencil venture on a hike to escape the mad world of a eight-member family. Down the road, through the school yard, over a stream, through a barb-wire fence, across a field-when/if the mad bull wasn't around and dodging the field snakes, up a hill and under a tree I sat. I would look out and lose myself in another world. At that time, I knew I would be an artist for the rest of my life. . Yes, I was a just a child. Even as adults, that child is always with us. When I sit to paper or canvas now...she is looking over my shoulder-whether I notice her or not Original
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