Friday, December 01, 2017

A Windy Boy Leans Into The Wind

December 1, 2017
   I was raised in a dusty, wind-blown town and I hated it. Not the town, but the dust and the incessant wind. In fact, part of the reason I moved to Cave Creek is because it doesn't blow—as much.

   However, when I paint, I love dust! What's the old saying: You can take the boy out of the wind, but you can't take the wind out of the boy? It's something I know a little bit about. Here's just a taste from my Dust Archives:

Dust, Wind And More Dust

Daily Whip Out: "Dust Storm at Blackhawk."

Daily Whip Out: "Dust Storm Riders"

Daily Whip Out: "Dust On Pedro"

Daily Whip Out: "Elena In Dust"

Daily Whip Out: "Walking Into My First Haboob"

Daily Whip Out: "Into The Duststorm"

Daily Whip Out: "Kiowa Ghost Riders"

Daily Whip Out: "Stage to Beat The Band"

Daily Whip Out: "Sum Buck Storm"

Daily Whip Out: "Navajo No Go"

Daily Whip Out: "Dust Rider In The Sierra Anchas"

Daily Whip Out: "He Rode Out of A Dust Storm
In The Summer of '86"

Daily Whip Out: "Sunset at Secret Pass"

   And if you know your geography, you know Secret Pass is in my home stomping grounds. I love it. I hate it. What are you going to do?

"Of all the animals, the boy is the most unmanageable."

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