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KYLE HIGHSMITHAfter knocking on the door with no response, I set up my easel in front of the yellow house trailer and started a painting of it. It was an old trailer at the coast with a large slightly bent T. V. antenna mounted to one end. The early morning sun made the faded yellow glow against the blue sky. An hour into the painting, a man chewing tobacco walked up. He watched me for some time as I worked. "Painting my rental unit I see," He said. "Hope you don't mind. I knocked on the door but no one answered." "No one rentin' this time of year. Watcha gonna do with that when you're finished?" "Sell it. This is how I make my living." He thought on this a while as I worked. The sound the tobacco made was a bit distracting. "How much you git for something like that?" "Up to three thousand sometimes a bit more." He was silent for a few minutes-then leaned over, spit and wiped his mouth. "Ain't life strange," he said, "I only paid a thousand for the trailer!" That's art. At least, that's my art. Traveling, meeting people, and making a reasonable living doing what I would do if I didn't make a penny at it. CLICK ON AN IMAGE TO SEE THE LARGER VERSION. |
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JOHN SILVER GALLERY Home | John's Paintings | Gallery Artists | Gallery Shows | Announcements | Workshops This web site last updated January 31, 2008. Web work by Influence. |
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