Wyatt's Musings — Watercolor Road

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...

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,...