The Old American Artist
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The Old American Artist Twitter Excerpt Series, Number III.4.2
“Arturo felt he was on the verge of a new visual frontier. The short Vermont summer stretched itself full for both Arturo and Rosetta. Morning light began before five. And evenings glowed past nine.“
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The Old American Artist Twitter Excerpt Series, Number III.4.1
“Arturo chose a small digital camera from several available from students graduating and leaving the area….”
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The Old American Artist Twitter Excerpt Series, Number III.3.2
“Gently, he rubbed at a few spots he knew were extra tough, noticing a tender lone hair nearby….”
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The Old American Artist Twitter Excerpt Series, Number III.3.1
“Face held still, eyes wide open, Arturo examined his features and almost grizzly, mostly grey beard in the ancient mirror that Anna’s dad said was original to the old fisherman’s hut.”
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The Old American Artist Twitter Excerpt Series, Number III.2.4
“Only the colorful cows on canvases, t-shirts, and life size embellished sculptures reminded him of Texas, but not of his own art….”
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The Old American Artist Twitter Excerpt Series, Number III.2.3
“‘It’s a new visual language for me,’ he told Rosetta at a local artists’ show….”
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The Old American Artist Twitter Excerpt Series, Number III.2.2
“Arturo keenly felt an absence in his new work.”
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The Old American Artist Twitter Excerpt Series, Number III.2.1
“In early June, when most but not all chance of needing heat was past, and with the children having all long grown and gone to live on their own, Arturo and Rosetta moved to her home state of Vermont. He still painted, but….”
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The Old American Artist Twitter Excerpt Series, Number III.1.2
“Like the transitions of breezes and sounds on the wind in the approaching evening outside, Arturo was morphing from being “an” artist, to….”
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The Old American Artist Twitter Excerpt Series, Number III.1.1
“Returning to their converted fishing hut from his walk along the beach, Arturo knew to wait for the usual adjustments.“
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The Old American Artist Twitter Excerpt Series, Number II.19.4
“Unaware when he fell asleep, Arturo woke to Rosetta’s calls, “He’s out, he’s out!” Disorientated with sleep and grief, Arturo thought she meant outside their apartment.“
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The Old American Artist Twitter Excerpt Series, Number II.19.3
“‘He was an adventurer,’ said the Vet. Arturo and Rosetta only able to nod….”
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The Old American Artist Twitter Excerpt Series, Number II.19.2
“Rosetta and Arturo returned home talking excitedly to find Fluffer waiting at the door, panting….”
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The Old American Artist Twitter Excerpt Series, Number II.19.1
“We could try…” Rosetta half whispered softly, surprising Arturo away from his thoughts.
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The Old American Artist Twitter Excerpt Series, Number II.18.2
“The first momentary shift in the sea breeze confirmed the approach of night, still unseen, but already felt. Sudden changes, Arturo reminded himself….”
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The Old American Artist Twitter Excerpt Series, Number II.18.1
“One of the nicer things Arturo and Rosetta had learned from years of living in Galveston was the enjoyment of living near nature.“
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The Old American Artist Twitter Excerpt Series, Number II.17.3
“Senior classes, in general, were too non-stop, with little variety, and little information about how each routine benefited them. The idea seemed to be to….”
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The Old American Artist Twitter Excerpt Series, Number II.17.2
“Trying various fitness classes meant an effort, together, to find a common ground again….”
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The Old American Artist Twitter Excerpt Series, Number II.17.1
“The first days, when Arturo and Rosetta were once again together, meals especially, were exceptionally quiet….”
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The Old American Artist Twitter Excerpt Series, Number II.16.2
“And in the middle of the top left third, in a sky as dense as the sea, rose a waxing moon, glow askew….”
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The Old American Artist Twitter Excerpt Series, Number II.16.1
“Immediately on rising, his evening show in his mind’s peripheral vision, Arturo gathered a favored brush….”
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The Old American Artist Twitter Excerpt Series, Number II.15.2
“The next day she returned alone. Not sitting, she handed him several brochures….”
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The Old American Artist Twitter Excerpt Series, Number II.15.1
“Rosetta continued coming by to see Arturo in his tiny place, sometimes bringing Fluffer. At first, Rosetta would only stay standing….”
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The Old American Artist Twitter Excerpt Series, Number II.14.2
“They had let him join them, in their journey of the spirit….”
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The Old American Artist Twitter Excerpt Series, Number II.14.1
“He glanced over to his stubborn blue piece, the painting sitting contentedly at peace inside the secret of its own message, and thought back….”
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The Old American Artist Twitter Excerpt Series, Number II.13.2
“…with his paints, in his heart, on his canvases, he searched for the thread of a light….”
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The Old American Artist Twitter Excerpt Series, Number II.13.1
“When the holiday earnings that had supplemented the weak winter and early spring shows and sales were gone….”
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The Old American Artist Twitter Excerpt Series, Number II.12.1
“Arturo continued looking for a ridge or valley line within the surface where a feature could begin to emanate….”
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The Old American Artist Twitter Excerpt Series, Number II.11.1
“…in the history of western financial markets, the cycles endlessly repeat themselves….”
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The Old American Artist Twitter Excerpt Series, Number II.10.1
“Texture and color appealed and somewhat satisfied Arturo, yet he knew it was not enough….”
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The Old American Artist Twitter Excerpt Series, Number II.9.2
“…muscles aching, Arturo slowly loaded the screens and boxes of unsold paintings and prints back into his car. The route to the Gulfview side road to Galveston, crested over a small but high causeway, the early spring evening fog filtering the star light….”
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The Old American Artist Twitter Excerpt Series, Number II.9.1
“Shows and sales after Christmas were slow….“
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The Old American Artist Twitter Excerpt Series, Number II.8.1
“Anna’s dad paused and looked cleanly at Arturo. ‘You are, you say, a poor American.’ Arturo nodded, forcing a smile. ‘But you are here, in my land.’”
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The Old American Artist Twitter Excerpt Series, Number II.7.4
“The early morning drive each morning from Galveston to the small regional mall over the Causeway to the mainland, was….”
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The Old American Artist Twitter Excerpt Series, Number II.7.3
“One month of selling during the Christmas season in a mall would prove their true compatibility, he felt….”
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The Old American Artist Twitter Excerpt Series, Number II.7.2
“In July he began cutting mats and foam board for the prints, planning and finishing small works easier to sell, and securing a December booth at a nearby regional mall.“
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The Old American Artist Twitter Excerpt Series, Number II.7.1
“One more Christmas season rolled past them, as the spent the holidays visiting their children or having them back home for festive meals and teasing each other about their varied plans.“
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The Old American Artist Twitter Excerpt Series, Number II.6.1
“They sat side by side in the booth, talking about their family, the weather….”
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The Old American Artist Twitter Excerpt Series, Number II.5.1
“Much like art, Arturo thought to himself, walking up the stone-touched step way to a nearby church where they taught other seniors, yes, produce from the heart….”
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The Old American Artist Twitter Excerpt Series, Number II.4.1
“Their exhausted satisfaction with their day at the art festival, left Rosetta and Arturo surprisingly wanting, needing, their own personal exhaustion, with each other.“
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The Old American Artist Twitter Excerpt Series, Number II.3.4
“… he felt his body resting upon the bed.”
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The Old American Artist Twitter Excerpt Series, Number II.3.3
“Crying for movement, his body ached for down time from the active stillness of painting.”
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The Old American Artist Twitter Excerpt Series, Number II.3.2
“Arturo began to search for an emerging wholeness in the images.“
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The Old American Artist Twitter Excerpt Series, Number II.3.1
“Time, waiting for such a large show as the one happening that evening, in the small town near their sleepy fisherman’s village along the Mediterranean….”
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The Old American Artist Twitter Excerpt Series, Number II.2.2
“Arturo’s varied images of pale abstracts, semi-abstract florals, charcoal drawings, and neo impressionist color-streamings, attracted a range of curious viewers.“
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The Old American Artist Twitter Excerpt Series, Number II.2.1
“Testing Rosetta’s idea to do art shows, Arturo found a listing posted at a local gallery for an outdoor arts and crafts shows.“
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The Old American Artist Twitter Excerpt Series, Number II.1.4
“Arturo needed another option. “Have you tried these?” a small child at the local art store asked him….”
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The Old American Artist Twitter Excerpt Series, Number II.1.3
“Acrylics proved a fair substitute, but his desire to blend….”
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The Old American Artist Twitter Excerpt Series, Number II.1.2
“Next he purchased small tubes of oils….”
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The Old American Artist Twitter Excerpt Series, Number II.1.1
“In the beginning, he first tried watercolors, but not knowing how to use them, and, thinking that their watery nature came ready from the tube….”

