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Roper #2

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Oil on Canvas


Bronco Rider #2

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Art by Lowell Show in Tucson

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We are going into the final week of the Art by Lowell, aka Luis Sabor, Art Show at Delectables on 4th Ave. in Tucson, Arizona.  Come by and have a look before these beauties go back to Texas!

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Bullrider

Bullrider

Bullrider

36″  x  24″         Oil on Canvas


Sonoran Riders

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Oil on Canvas

24″  x  36″


Visionaries

If you’d like to see a couple of roads we SHOULD be going down, try clicking on these images to view videos of some really intelligent, brave people.

Paolo Lugari of Gaviotas, Colombia


Texas Blues–“Put ‘n Will”


Long Walk Home

                         I remember it was St. Patrick’s Day because the only person I glimpsed on that long walk home had green hair.  It must have been two years ago, and I was the last one to leave the building, walking across the empty Arby’s parking lot at around 10:45 PM.  The car started fine, but for some reason I couldn’t get it out of “Park.”  I tried, for five minutes or so, different things—stepping on and off the brake pedal, turning it off and re-starting it, pressing the button harder—but nothing worked.  Well, there’s nothing for it, I thought to myself, I might as well walk home and come for it in the morning.  Lucky for me, I lived only four miles or so away.  It usually only took four minutes to get home.  That night it would take forty-five.

            It was a cool night, but not cold, and the air was almost still, plus I had a warm jacket to wear.  I knew Catalina AZ (just North of Tucson) rolled up its sidewalks at 8PM, but I had never experienced it first hand.  It was beautiful—quiet and peaceful, with only the occasional vehicle barreling by on Hwy 77.  No dogs barking, at least not anywhere nearby, and even the convenience store was devoid of customers.  It was in front of the Players Pub that I saw the green-haired person lurching for their pickup.  I don’t think they noticed me.  I felt like a ghost.  There aren’t many streetlamps, but there were enough businesses with their lights left on to keep me from utter darkness, and the stars, my GOD, the stars were incredible.

            I started my walk in good spirits, enjoying the little adventure and the exercise, but I fully expected to be grumbling and unhappy by the time I got home.  It never happened.  It turned out to be one of the most sublime evenings of my life.  I truly felt one with the Earth, walking with the Great Spirit, moving to the rhythm of the Universe.  No one was demanding my attention, not even my own Ego or Id, which might have urged me to paint or read a book had I been at home.  All I had to do was walk.  Then She came.  The mountains took on a shimmering glow that I was not fully conscious of at first.  Then Sister Moon, in all her glory, just days from being full, rose slowly above the mountains.  HUGE!  If you’ve never seen a complete moonrise before, you need to make the effort to do so.

            There is a rather steep hill just a few blocks from my house, and that gave me a pretty good cardiovascular workout.  The adventure evolved as I entered the neighborhood—I could hear music playing, and I caught a whiff of something that smelled like bubblegum as I passed one house with a window open.  I enjoyed walking as silently as possible as I passed an unchained dog asleep on a driveway.  Someone was smoking a cigarette in front of their house.  Then I caught a blast of orange blossoms, which wafted around for blocks, all the way to my doorstep.

            I felt good when I got home, and even better after a quick shower.  I slept very well, deciding I should walk home again sometime.  And I did.


Great Dreamers

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          Abraham dreamed of a new land, to be solely inhabited by his progeny.  I personally don’t believe he heard the voice of God with his ears, but with his mind.  Genghis Khan called himself “the scourge of God,” and perhaps he was.  Perhaps Julius Caesar was.  Alfred dreamed of a United Britannia.  Ferdinand and Isabella a United Spain.  Columbus dreamt of a quicker passage to the Indies (sometimes we dream of one thing and achieve another.)  Benjamin Franklin dreamed up the postal system, among other things.  Isaac Newton dreamed of answers, as did Einstein.  Chĕ Guevara dreamt of giving power to the people, and probably died believing that he had.  Gandhi dreamt of peace, as did John Lennon.  Martin Luther King Jr. had a dream.

          Please note:  I could be wrong—it could have been the wives, lovers, sisters or mothers who had the dreams, and influenced these men to achieve them.  Or it could have been completely other people who had the dreams, and they just campaigned for these men to advance their dreams.  History has to give credit to some one individual, when almost always the great accomplishments were achieved by a community.  Where, though, do the dreams come from?  Someone has to be thinking, receiving the flashes of inspiration and bringing the dreams to fruition.  Perhaps God or the collective consciousness emanates these ideas into the ether at appropriate moments in time, for the appropriate individual to “come up with it.”


Free Spirit

I’m still trying to figure out how to turn WordPress into a full-on website, but I need alot of help. Apparently, in order to sell my goods with a shopping cart or other plug-ins, which aren’t allowed here, I will have to use another server for those pages. There I suppose I will use PHPurchase software, unless something else looks better. Still trying to get my bearings here. Hope there are plenty of art-lovers out there.

Here is a painting I recently created on commission for my cousin. It is from a photo (or 2) of his daughter.


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