#OldAmericanArtistExcerpts
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May 31, 2021 – The Old American Artist Twitter Excerpt Series, Number I.2.2 – with Commentary
So many moments like this, in this and any story I’ve written, are echoes of actual individual, usually unexpected, experiences that not only imprinted themselves on me, like here..but simultaneously….
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February 24, 2021 – The Old American Artist Twitter Excerpt Series, Number I.2.1 – with Commentary
I’ve no real idea if this is common, a little common, or just plain uncommon, lol, to other artists.
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February 16, 2021 – The Old American Artist Twitter Excerpt Series, Number I.1.2 – with Commentary
Already, at the beginning of the story, I shift from the contemplative metaphysical musings in my prev post to a suggestion of how the artist blends the language and methods of art with his love for this one woman 😊
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February 15, 2021 – The Old American Artist Twitter Excerpt Series, Number I.1.1 – with Commentary
“Maybe now, in my sixties, he thought, my days are like weeks now….”
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February 05, 2021 – New Excerpt Series Starting Soon, The Old American Artist, with Commentary
Looking back at older work, like my 80s acrylics or 2000s water soluble oils, can be lots of things : sobering 😂 and, when I spot patterns of motifs or preferences in my work, very helpful for me, enabling me to see enduring patterns of interests. The same, it turns out, even with its own…
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February 04, 2021 – The Old American Artist Twitter Excerpt Series, Number I.10.3, with Commentary
“ …at the far end of the table, across from the side he had chosen to go down….”
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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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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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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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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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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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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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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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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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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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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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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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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.”