“My Tiny Dancer”
Tre made me do it
“My Tiny Dancer”
Tre made me do it
So I obviously like fly fishing, fishing, marine, sporting art…whatever you want to call it, but my favorite artwork to go look at in a gallery or museum is Western Art. Growing up in Dallas, TX, I guess I kinda got that Texas ego where you where boots and cowboy hats even though you have never been on a horse or much less a bull, okay, I have dominated an electric bull. When I moved to the west in 2000, I was in the mecca of Western Art, Jackson, WY. This is where Wildlife Art and Western Art merge and the result is the finest artist and artwork living and breathing right in my midst. My time in Jackson actually resulted in just about no artwork, none. I lived there for 4 years and any time off, I fished or snowboarded. I had a painting sit on an easel untouched for about a year and a half. So, when I left Jackson and moved to Atlanta, I didn’t have the mountains, the western rivers or that certain feeling of the West that I had in Texas and Wyoming.
Here in Georgia is a town called Cartersville, and happens to have one of the top Western Art museums in the country….very random. It took me 3 years to ever go visit it, mainly because I had high doubts that it could come anywhere close to the museums in Dallas. IT BLEW ME AWAY! The Booth Museum is a little jewel in a little GA town. It rejuvenated my love of Western Art.
I started this painting 2 years ago and have let it sit. It is a painting of a buddy of mine’s dad, David Carothers. So, this week is finishing time. I am going to re-wok the background and the greenery and try to finish it this week. I am excited about this painting and hopefully it inspires me to do more Western Art.
Here’s a little diddy I came up with recently. Got a few more comin soon, new songs have been poppin up lately for some reason.
“Back Around” – Paul Puckett
Marc Crapo – is he “The Beard” or is “The Beard” him?
He makes cool stuff from leather, he can kill the harmonica, he farms hair and he makes cool, no nonsense fishing films….He is Marc Crapo.
www.MoldyChum.com today inspired this post from a topic they had, thought I’d share.
So, a couple of years ago I was in The Fish Hawk, the flyshop that I work at in Atlanta….in walks Eric Clapton. With the sun shining through the window, I couldn’t tell at first who it was, and I thought to myself, “This guy looks a little like Eric Clapton,”well, it was. I don’t really get star-struck by any means, but chills went through my body as he approached the counter. Holy sh*t, I am about to talk about fly fishing with Eric Clapton, “Should I bring up guitar, should he tell Winwood hello for me, that solo on Key to the Highway is amazing,” no I shouldn’t. So, we talked about Salmon fishing in Ireland, Brown Trout fishing in England and how he never really gets to fish in the “States.”
He walked around the shop, and would come back to the counter every now and then asking questions about what we catch here, “where are the good spots, how far is saltwater, are the Smokies good fishing?” I could definitely sense that he does not get to fish much and I knew it frustrated him. Of course I offered to take him next time he was in town. Towards the end of his visit, he was up at the front of the store looking at some of the artwork, most of it is was mine. I decided in the moment that Eric Clapton will be leaving with a piece of my artwork, whether he buys it or not. So, I walked up to him, grabbed a framed Brown Trout Etching, handed it to him, and he greeted it with a pretty big smile. I told him that because he had treated with his artwork for so long, the least I could do was give him some of mine. He said in is British accent, “Oh, you’re the artist, this is brilliant.” Sounded pretty cool to hear that from Eric Clapton! So, to this day, I don’t know if its hanging next to a picture of he and Duane Allman, Stevie Ray Vaughan, next to a Derek and the Dominos gold record or in the bathroom by the toilet paper, but either way, to me it’s pretty damn cool!