Clapton and his “kit”.

I am reading Clapton’s autobiography, this is a big deal because I’m not much of a reader and I am actually not just reading the text that are under all the pictures.  There are hardly any pictures, so I kind of had to read it, it’s very good.

I found it fascinating that the day he realized he had a drinking problem, and admitted it to himself and a friend, he was fishing.  He was in one of his drunk stupors that he would find himself in daily and went fishing, something he always enjoyed doing.  He went to the bank, layed out his gear and stumbled about and stepped on and broke one of his rods.  He was embarrassed and felt ashamed that it had gotten to the point where it affected such a pure thing as fishing, and realized that day he had a problem.  Fishing is a place where you are even, thoughts become so clear, except when you have that awful song in your head, like.. “Islands in the Stream” or something by Billy Ocean.

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Flow.

I don’t know how it works, but it is there.  The “Flow” of painting, the “Flow” of the music (I’m going to stop quoting the word Flow now, because I will be saying it a lot and I’m lazy) the Flow of everyday life.  I know Flow is there because you always know when it’s not there.  I realized this the other night in an art that I have been trying to get better at, playing solos on guitar.  In my painting world, the only Flow I am worried about is actually getting off my ass and painting.  I am not going to say painting is easy for me, but when I do it, the sense of Flow happens, I can usually get where I want with it, where I hoped it would go.  It’s not always perfect and never will be, but I am usually happy with it.

I have been playing guitar for 18 years, only rhythm up until last March where I started taking lessons in Atlanta.  It was pretty strange taking lessons on an instrument I have been playing so long but even stranger that I really didn’t know how to play it.  I only took a few lessons but it put me on the right track to learn where I wanted to go.  I understand how the notes relate and the progressions and where to go next.  It reminds me a lot of 20 years ago, envisioning a cool underwater fishing scene, but not be able to put it together with paint….I saw it, but couldn’t do it.  For the first time, on stage this past Wednesday night, I felt the Flow up on stage with my guitar.  I play with a blues house band on Wednesday nights at Home Team BBQ here in Charleston.  Its pretty damn cool; you get up for 3 songs and just tell them what key you are in and we get after it.  I played and sang and when my solo came around, it felt like I wasnt trying, I just played, I let it Flow, and it felt great.  Now, I’m not saying it was good, I am just saying it felt easy, like I didn’t have to try, or look at my instrument….It felt awesome!!!  Just like everything, Im sure I will hit my next roadblock with it, new challenges, harder licks and maybe won’t feel the music flowing through me again for a while, but the second it does, I will feel it, and there is nothing like it, nothing.

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Couple new paintings:

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Hometown Pilgrimage

Today, I decided to go visit someone that I have loved listening to ever since the first note I heard back in the eighties living here in Dallas. I arrived to the Vaughan estate to find Stevie’s gravesite, a half melted blanket of snow and footprints from prior visitors. The thought of coming to see a persons ‘s grave of which I have never met, or known was very strange. I knew quite a bit about this guy, but he didn’t know anything about me. I almost felt like I was invading his space. I was by myself and just 6 feet away from one of the most soulful and talented guitarist ever. I had taken the strings off my Les Paul guitar, that my dad is currently using these days in Dallas, and left them with Stevie. I don’t know why, because I had been stabbing my way through Texas Flood yesterday, my playing is a joke, but felt it would be a way to leave something, a connection to how he has had an impact on my life. Now that I know where he is, I’m sure I’ll visit again.

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I’m a big fan of Mark Yuhina

So, about 4-5 years ago I was working in The FIsh Hawk in Atlanta and a guy came in saying how nice it was to meet me because he knew I painted as well.  Of course it was nice meeting him and talking flyfishing artwork as well.  Towards the end he offered to show me some of his artwork and of course I wanted to see it.  These things happen every now and then and you of course have an idea in your head what the art may look like.  I think i had some preconceived ideas, at this time I do not remember what they were.

He pulled his sketchbook out and I was floored.  As then, mainly a watercolorist, it was hard for me to be real loose and free with the paint, let it bleed, be messy, let the paint go where it wants, I JUST COULDNT DO IT!!!  Well, Mark can, thats what his paintings are.  His paintings of fish are living and breathing on the paper, they swim.  They are dripping with water as the fish is captured with watercolor as it is being surfaced and shown off.  If you are not familiar with Mark’s work, check it out.  I have seen it pop up in some magazines and it deserves to be everywhere.  Hopefully someday he will want to trade a painting with me!

www.yuhinaillustration.blogspot.com

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