Wyatt's Musings — Life

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...