Seniors
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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.“
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The Old American Artist Twitter Excerpt Series, Number III.7.3
“Arturo felt himself slipping from the artist of the night, to an artist of every night….”
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The Old American Artist Twitter Excerpt Series, Number III.7.2
“Arturo began glancing through the folders of photos saved in his computer.“
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The Old American Artist Twitter Excerpt Series, Number III.7.1
“Shaved but not yet bathed, Arturo quietly crossed to the furthest room in his and Rosetta’s charming shotgun of a house, their bedroom.”
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The Old American Artist Twitter Excerpt Series, Number III.6.3
“Rosetta understood. She could feel the creative tension stirring….”
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The Old American Artist Twitter Excerpt Series, Number III.6.2
“‘So what are you going to do with all these beautiful images?’ She asked.”
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The Old American Artist Twitter Excerpt Series, Number III.6.1
“Photoshop, it turned out, had more features than Arturo immediately needed, but he quickly sensed it promised a wealth of creative opportunities he might like.“
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The Old American Artist Twitter Excerpt Series, Number III.5.3
“What remained was a shaving cream goatee and mustache he thought interesting, but had never allowed to remain….
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The Old American Artist Twitter Excerpt Series, Number III.5.2
“Slowly, the left side of his face re-appeared from beneath the cream and beard.”
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The Old American Artist Twitter Excerpt Series, Number III.5.1
“Arturo’s face, he felt, resembled a mesh of stone, chiseled both sharp and softly, at least until he shaved….”
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The Old American Artist Twitter Excerpt Series, Number III.4.3
“…after he transferred the new images to their old laptop, they arrowed-down their day in pictures in silence.”
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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.










