Tuesday, September 25, 2007
Discovering an artist is a wonderful and horrible thing. It's great because a whole new world of artistic history and possibility opens up for you to experience but it's also awful because you realize just how woefully inadequate your own attempts at "Art" truly are. This is something I drew after I was exposed to Frederic Remington. He could also shoot the the wings off a horse-fly at twenty feet and drink straight whiskey from a dirty boot. He was everything I hope to be someday.