Wyatt's Musings

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.


Doing our part | Temporarily Closed

Doing our part | Temporarily Closed

The Wyatt Waters Gallery will be temporarily closed to the public in an attempt to slow down the spread of the covid19 virus. When we feel things have gotten good enough to reopen we will post that announcement. I have thought about this and it seems like the only responsible thing to do. I don’t see any reason to wait till it has spread more to take this action. I am making a better habit of hand washing and I am avoiding crowds and I think it is something you should consider. If you see me out painting, I’m...


Conflict

Conflict

Conflict is a tug of war till you let go of the rope.


Broken Oil Pump

Broken Oil Pump

Jan 22, 2020 | The other day my car was being repaired. I had it in the shop for an oil pump problem. I don’t know. It’s a twenty-two year old Jeep Cherokee with crank windows. Nothing fancy and that’s what I like about it. It was cold that morning so I put on my insulated boots with warm packs placed in each toe like..