Wyatt's Musings

This Too Shall Pass

This Too Shall Pass

Painting from life has become less about the paint and more about the life. It’s the stuff that happens along the road. It’s the reason a sandwich tastes better when it’s 3:00 pm and you remember you haven’t eaten lunch.

I’m painting along when, out of nowhere, I have an incredible pain.

A kidney stone. I had to find an emergency room. The nurse’s name was Nancy. She took my blood pressure and searched for a vein to stick an IV. We laughed a little—the way people do when walking past a cemetery at...


Father Knows Best

Father Knows Best

An art dealer told me a long time ago, “People don’t want a bargain when they buy art. They want the best.” Not all the advice he gave me was good, but I think this advice was bullseye. With some qualifications, of course.

It is incumbent upon the artist to deliver his or her best. It might be the best act of making art or it might be the physical piece of art. Hopefully, it is all applying.

And why wouldn’t an artist want to deliver the best they can do?

My father said...


We Called Him Tortoise because He Taught Us.

We Called Him Tortoise because He Taught Us.

I don’t get to teach as much as I did when I was a college professor.  Back then, my biggest problem was finding the student who really wanted to learn instead of the ones who only cared about a grade in the last few weeks. I taught mostly to earn a living and didn’t have as much to give. Now, I’m feeling an obligation to teach and pass it on, but I have to carve out that time with all the other things I have to do.  It’s a balance I want to achieve.

Doing

Doing

I don’t want to lose my taste for doing.  At one time, America was considered a production-based society. We did things. Made things. Today we have transitioned into a consumer-based society.  We now buy things instead of making things. Shopping has become sport.

As a boy, if I complained about being bored from nothing to do, I was given a job to cure my boredom.  I’ve heard you can sometimes die of the cure. However, sometimes, the cure works.

I drew to entertain myself. It was obvious to my parents what I was doing,...


The Farther you Go the Grocer You Get

The Farther you Go the Grocer You Get

When I was in High school, I ran track. I wasn’t that good but I did it. I suppose I was in pretty good shape because I rode bikes a lot, as well. The 10-speed craze was in full swing and my friends and I would go to Rocky Springs on the Natchez Trace, camp for the night, and ride back the next day. There were days we would go there and back in a day. That’s close to 70 miles. One time I was pedaling with a couple of other friends and we got tired. They...