Fitness Area
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The Old American Artist Twitter Excerpt Series, Number III.21.2
“Closer, they realized the woman and child by their door must be Anna and her mother Nicolette, waiting for them…..”
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The Old American Artist Twitter Excerpt Series, Number III.21.1
“Sloping down, closer to the sea, the dusty road brought their converted fisherman’s hut into easy view under the stars and bright moonlight.”
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The Old American Artist Twitter Excerpt Series, Number III.20.3
“Signora and Anna, they go to your house,” said Santino, rocking. “Why?” asked Arturo….
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January 30, 2021 – Painting My First Watercolor Painting on Paper Printed with My Own Original Pen and Ink Sketch
“There is so much potential in this line of art creativity for me, emotionally and creatively, I felt I really needed to get all this out. If for nothing else, to remind myself later on ☺️ ”
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The Old American Artist Twitter Excerpt Series, Number III.20.2
“She looked around, politely, as if she may have missed them there on the porch. ‘Where is Signora Nicolette and Anna,’ she said, worrying the wind.”
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January 28, 2021 – Yesterday’s Horizontal Art Mess Looks a Lot Better Vertical, Even if Still Not Good Enough
“I’ve been experimenting how to print some of my original pen and ink line drawings onto paper and then paint on them. I was clearly not happy with my 1st painting effort on laser paper yesterday, and then, right before bed, I took another look at the piece, laid it casually down with a sigh,…
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The Old American Artist Twitter Excerpt Series, Number III.20.1
“Nearer their home, the church bells clanging to ten, and chuckling because their hands and elbows kept knocking in the dark….”
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January 27, 2021 – Rushing Creativity Late in the Day When Tired Results in a Learnable Mess, lol!
“I won’t deny it. I don’t really like my painting. But I do see somethings I like — ”
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The Old American Artist Twitter Excerpt Series, Number III.19.3
“When quiet found a moment to be heard, their breaths warmed the scent of salt and moisture on their hands and thighs.”
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January 26, 2021 – When Creativity and Chores Collide, lol!
Well, it’s past 5pm, didn’t get to paint, but sure got more than a couple of handfuls of chores done, plus, a little touch of art.
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The Old American Artist Twitter Excerpt Series, Number III.19.2
“Arturo spread their warm worn blanket, thin but protecting, alongside the fold-out windbreak meant for the winds in winter.”
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The Old American Artist Twitter Excerpt Series, Number III.19.1
“At the city’s boundary wall, they stopped, looked back at the lights of the hotel, held each other briefly with tenderness….”
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January 24, 2021 – Update on My “The Old American Artist Twitter Excerpt Series”, It’s Nearing It’s Initial Run!
My excerpt series from my novella, The Old American Artist, is nearing the end of its initial run!
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The Old American Artist Twitter Excerpt Series, Number III.18.2
“The room around them returned slowly. People approached. Congratulating them. On the show, on their togetherness. ‘Your show looks fabulous,’ Rosetta said to Arturo, ‘Macario came through.'”
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The Old American Artist Twitter Excerpt Series, Number III.18.1
“Arturo caught sight of Rosetta and immediately felt his heart expand. Her legs split the fold in her dress as she stepped….”
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The Old American Artist Twitter Excerpt Series, Number III.17.5
“A brief gust shook the large panes ever so slightly, barely a tremor of vibration. ‘I think it’s her….'”
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The Old American Artist Twitter Excerpt Series, Number III.17.4
“‘I thought food was being served…’ Me too, smiled Arturo….”
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The Old American Artist Twitter Excerpt Series, Number III.17.3
“‘…come! We must present you,’ Macario smiled, wrapping the air with his arm around Arturo as if placing an elegant cloak on his back.”
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The Old American Artist Twitter Excerpt Series, Number III.17.2
“Arturo had arrived along this stretch of the Mediterranean with Rosetta less than a year ago….”
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The Old American Artist Twitter Excerpt Series, Number III.17.1
“Freshly bathed and dressed in the deep blues of the ocean night nearby, Arturo entered the main ballroom reserved for art shows, weddings, graduations, conventions, and political gatherings. Almost anything anyone could pay or trade for.”
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January 13, 2021 – Monet’s Garden April Rain in Giverny, Photo to Oil to Watercolors through Three Decades, Part 5 – (Non-Professional) Challenges Photographing Painting Nuances
Yesterday I posted a couple of my watercolor renditions of my mini-Monet’s Garden series of posts, but was immediately unhappy with how one of the two appeared on screen.
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The Old American Artist Twitter Excerpt Series, Number III.16.2
“At the entrance to the grande fortress hotel, set from the beach to midway up the rough hill facing the ocean….”
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January 12, 2021 – Monet’s Garden April Rain in Giverny, Photo to Oil to Watercolors through Three Decades, Part 4 – Learning Lessons Doing Repetition Variations
Previously, in Part 3 of this mini series, I showcased my 1st watercolor (seen below) keyed off an original oil of 2001, itself keyed off an original photo of the same year.
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The Old American Artist Twitter Excerpt Series, Number III.16.1
“The warm dense air of OccupyInternational gave way to cooler breezes from the sea as Arturo neared the small art town….”
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January 01.11.21 Austin The Day After the Snow – and – a New Personal Walking Steps Record!
Yesterday Austin broke the record for both amount of rain (am) and amount of snow (pm) in one day. Today, as per my (for now) secret location shot near downtown Austin near lunchtime, Austin is back to its winter grey-green self, minus a lot of traffic that stayed home, lol!
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The Old American Artist Twitter Excerpt Series, Number III.15.1
“From the top of hill, Arturo saw what reminded him of a circus encampment, only without a big top.”
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January 10, 2021 – Snow in Austin! Ain’t That Like a Snowball’s Chance in, uh, You Know 😊
Last Sunday (see pic below) Sheila and I had our youngest grandchild over and socially distanced a short walk on a trail near us. Being early January, a light sweater was all we needed. Well, not today, lol!
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January 08, 2021 – Monet’s Garden April Rain in Giverny, Photo to Oil to Watercolors through Three Decades, Part 3 – Painting Through Political Stress
Third of a short series portraying how I parlayed one great photo at Monet’s Garden in Giverny in 2001 into a poster, an oil, and more recently a watercolor (or two, if I can keep my 70 year old uh-huh in gear 😊).
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The Old American Artist Twitter Excerpt Series, Number III.14.2
“Temperatures had risen briefly above freezing the day before, softening snow and ice and reforming them into an Arizona badlands of rolling slippery ant hills crusted white and dirty grey.”
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The Old American Artist Twitter Excerpt Series, Number III.14.1
“The morning cold dawned as promised in Vermont, steely with ice, snow, and brilliant sunshine.”
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January 06, 2021 – America at the Crossroads – Our Constitutional Right to Vote
Needless to say, all my plans for today went out the window with the storming of our nation’s capital. It is, I believe, a result of centuries of the both the development of the right to vote to a larger and larger segment of our society, and an effort to obstruct that expansion.
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The Old American Artist Twitter Excerpt Series, Number III.13.2
“Many of the inhabitants, it often turned out, had been previous occupiers in other lands….”
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January 05, 2021 – Monet’s Garden April Rain in Giverny, Photo to Oil to Watercolors through Three Decades, Part 2
Second of a short series portraying how I parlayed one great photo at Monet’s Garden in Giverny in 2001 into a poster, an oil, and more recently a watercolor (or two, if I can keep my 70 year old uh-huh in gear 😊).
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The Old American Artist Twitter Excerpt Series, Number III.13.1
“Ahead, as Arturo ambled toward his long awaited evening art show, glowing in the amber night, around and down the next small hill, lights from the area’s newest tourist attraction….
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January 04, 2021 – Monet’s Garden April Rain in Giverny, Photo to Oil to Watercolors through Three Decades, Part 1
First of a short series portraying how I parlayed one great photo at Monet’s Garden in Giverny in 2001 into a poster, an oil, and more recently a watercolor (or two, if I can keep my 70 year old uh-huh in gear 😊).
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The Old American Artist Twitter Excerpt Series, Number III.12.3
“Temperatures continued to drop into the mid teens, with snow building slightly deeper each snowfall….”
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The Old American Artist Twitter Excerpt Series, Number III.12.2
“Now, felt Arturo, he was ready to try some winter….”
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The Old American Artist Twitter Excerpt Series, Number III.12.1
“Look at this! I thought the camera hadn’t gotten anything in that shadow, but look!”
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The Old American Artist Twitter Excerpt Series, Number III.11.2
“Did he, his soul, come to take back to its source the countless moments when he breathed and tasted evenings like this? Like when he met Rosetta?“
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The Old American Artist Twitter Excerpt Series, Number III.11.1
“Backpack securely on, Arturo left his cottage and began his trek to town. Church bells rang the hopes of services with candles and open doors. Dusk was a breath away as the evening began to cool. Sea breezes flirted with the day’s last heat….”
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The Old American Artist Twitter Excerpt Series, Number III.10.3
“Rosetta watched him work, viewing tiny images on his laptop screen appear and disappear as she read across the room. Then smiled silently….”
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The Old American Artist Twitter Excerpt Series, Number III.10.2
“I like the filters that create an impressionist image best,” he told Rosetta at supper one night. “They make the soft pictures softer, give me ideas….”
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The Old American Artist Twitter Excerpt Series, Number III.10.1
“Filters, Arturo quickly found, simulated a wide range of effects he was familiar with in the art world….”
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The Old American Artist Twitter Excerpt Series, Number III.9.2
“There would be no snow here of course, on his stretch of Mediterranean walk this evening, but wind was wind, and he would be ready.“
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The Old American Artist Twitter Excerpt Series, Number III.9.1
“For practical reasons, he will take his shower there, at the grand hotel where his art already waits.“
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The Old American Artist Twitter Excerpt Series, Number III.8.1
“The Vermont air, Arturo found, differed in many ways from the generally humid warmness he had lived in Southeast Texas.“

















