In these photos Gordon Thorpe returns to the land where he was born to find a gravestone for himself and his late wife Gloria. It was my honor to take some pictures of a relative returning to his birthplace to select a headstone for his future grave-site.
"let us put our minds together and see what kind of life we can make for our children." Sitting Bull Such a simple yet profound statement. We must live by example of lovingkindness towards each other and all living flora and fauna. This in turn is perpetuated by following generations and the cycle continues. People in all walks of life should strive for this, and those in leadership roles. What have we to lose? Let us. Let us put our minds together. I'm rolling up my sleeves.
I do a lot of painting in the off months, Nov. thru March. I gravitate toward old barns, predominantly dairy barns. A painting like this is done almost entirely with foam brushes from the hardware store. I also use a boat load of masking tape. I like hard edges and laser straight lines, often to a vanishing point. I like everything in order and straightforward, unlike my life. When I finished this painting I was surprised at how I let the main object fall off the right of the canvas, and it started to grow on me. It represented another level of abstraction that was unexpected. I made a drop-in frame from my supply of local ash that I got from a neighbor in a barter deal. Although not eviden
My time with the welder is well spent. The anvil, fused to the stump by railroad spikes are his palette. Sparks fly off the canvas like notes of a great symphony.
