Wild Heart Can't be Broken Collection
10" x 10"
As I stared down the dusty, west Dallas street, certain that had abolished the dark shadow of despair, I allowed myself a moment to revel in the tranquility of its absence. Only for a moment, though. Because as soon as one wight lifted from my shoulders, I was struck by another. This wasn't over. This would be an ongoing battle: an introspective journey in search of this shadow's ultimate cremation. Leading against the gallery door, my pencil placed on the hot-pressed paper of my sketchbook, I lightly sketched a conjured vision.
I looked down and saw the limned shape of a monohull sailboat, floating in the South Padre Island bay as the sun hung lazily about the horizon. I placed my sketchbook back in my bag next to my revolver... -Sketches from the Heart of a Texas Artist