This guy showed up in a random driveby shooting I often do in the summer. I point my camera out the window and click away. I don't know what I will find until I download them into my computer. I changed the scenery and added the dog and piled on a few more items in his cart.
Growing up on a farm means spending a lot of time caring for animals. They like to eat most days and there were a lot of them to tend. As a treat, or in recognition of all our hard work, sometimes our father would give us more animals to care for and tend.
One year my father brought home a buckskin stallion for my brother. He had fine lines and was a wonderful example of the breed. My brother named him "Muggs". He would look into the horse's face and say, "...look at that mug". I think the name may have originated from a character in a Dick Tracy Comic Book.
One weekend the four of them, my father, my brother, Muggs and the bay mare that my father rode went on a trail ride in the Crandall Hills. Muggs was completely unmanageable around the mares and way too much horse for my older brother or any man. I believe Muggs's fate was sealed the moment he tried to mount Bennie Carlson's mare while Bennie was still in the saddle.
The following day my father gelded Muggs. I remember my brother being quite upset about the incident and I guess Muggs was less than pleased. Things change. I think my brother may have lost interest in Muggs that day. I remember riding Muggs more than I can remember my brother riding the buckskin. My brother moved on to girls and muscle cars. Muggs became my horse, I could catch him in the middle of the pasture and take a shoe lace out of my tennis shoe and ride him until it was time to again, feed the animals.
I found this buckskin on a backstreet in Wanchese.
I never do still lifes. A still life with flowers and nailpolish. Just the kind of subject I would normally rush to avoid. I found this one to be great fun. Hope you like it also, perhaps enough to buy it.
Wanchese Harbour offers a wonderful variety of nautical shapes and big spaces. Here are some of them. Someone told me that the building on the right with the torn away roof is the most photographed and painted building in Wanchese. La Vita Rust.
Before I painted this I primed the canvas with an abstract underpainting with a chunk of yellow, red, blue and green. It makes for an interesting effect in that some of the random colors show through at the edges.
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Perhaps it was because my days have not been quite frustrating enough lately. I decided to have a go at something I usually find excruciatingly painful and demoralizing. Painting faces. This is a young girl that was building a sandcastle on the beach last summer.