Wyatt's Musings

It's a fluid time...

It's a fluid time...

In light of the today's statistics of the Covid-19 virus in Mississippi, we have made the difficult decision to keep the Gallery closed a little longer. We value our patrons health and are making this decision for your safety. We don’t have a date for reopening but will post here when we decide.
We will continue to meet with customers by appointment as well as fill orders from our website. Please visit the site regularly, as it is continually updated with Wyatt’s new paintings.

Don’t forget that we are adding up to 75 additional images to our giclee’ print selection...


The Gallery's New Normal

The Gallery's New Normal

Starting this Saturday, May 2, the Gallery is easing back into our new normal by opening the Gallery from 10a-2pm. Of course, we will be following proper protocol for all of our safety. We will have hand sanitizer and will be wearing masks - as we expect our guests to do as well. Customers will be limited to two at a time. We appreciate your patience as we all learn this new way of safely doing business. We have missed you all and do look forward to seeing you soon. Wyatt has been very busy during the shelter-in-place order and...


Downtime

Downtime

  I had coffee with Nanci Griffith a long time  ago.  I was a finalist in the Kerrville Folk Festival songwriters competition  outside of Austin. As a finalist I became a Newfolk which is a kind of fraternity for songwriters. Because of this I got to hang backstage with the big boys and girls. She asked if I’d have a seat at her picnic table. Michael Johnson was there and Steve Gillette also. That year Lucinda Williams was a judge.  I did not win.

  Nanci Griffith is probably best...


From a Distance | Fear

From a Distance | Fear

These are scary times. I paint outside and some people are afraid. A guy with a homemade easel and a ponytail looks suspicious. Lately I’ve noticed people are more willing to wave and say hi... from a distance, of course. I don’t think this is a conscious thing. It could be our better instinct for compassion kicks in and we want to connect even if it’s a wave from six feet or across the street. Then again it could be we are all scared and whistling past the cemetery. Sure we’re scared. But I think how we deal with...


Strange Days have found us.

Strange Days have found us.

Strange days have found us.


Still one of the few bands I can think of that had a keyboard bass. These times can feel as dark as that Doors song. We have been at a wild party on a train at full throttle. Too much. Too fast. Is that the way we measure our worth or success? When talking with friends about goals in life, I find myself saying this: I want to grow small.