#OldAmericanArtistExcerpts
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The Old American Artist Twitter Excerpt Series, Number I.18.5
“And forever more, the ancient scripture and his parents had joined. The value of two or more. Two thousand miles northeast, still years before….”
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The Old American Artist Twitter Excerpt Series, Number I.18.4
“Where two or more come together in my name….”
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The Old American Artist Twitter Excerpt Series, Number I.18.3
“Evening masses were best remembered in the old wood church he grew up in.“
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The Old American Artist Twitter Excerpt Series, Number I.18.2
“Macario’s hotel was the modernized fortress playing visual counterpoint to….”
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The Old American Artist Twitter Excerpt Series, Number I.18.1
“The long afternoons with late evenings before the sun would set, meant the art show was….”
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The Old American Artist Twitter Excerpt Series, Number I.17.1
“On her third trip to Galveston to visit with Arturo, Rosetta….”
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The Old American Artist Twitter Excerpt Series, Number I.16.2
“They both grinned quietly, remembering their newness together….”
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The Old American Artist Twitter Excerpt Series, Number I.16.1
“…entering this apartment on the second floor, with tree views through the open wood windows….”
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The Old American Artist Twitter Excerpt Series, Number I.15.2
“Painting had just done the same thing for him.“
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The Old American Artist Twitter Excerpt Series, Number I.15.1
“… what he loved most about the original impressionists’ works.”
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The Old American Artist Twitter Excerpt Series, Number I.14.2
“Rosetta glanced down at the list of sandwiches and lunch dishes.“
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The Old American Artist Twitter Excerpt Series, Number I.14.1
“It took Arturo three days to convince Rosetta to go to lunch with him.“
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The Old American Artist Twitter Excerpt Series, Number I.13.1
“Lunch, for Arturo, had, over the years, become an art of patience and time….”
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The Old American Artist Twitter Excerpt Series, Number I.12.2
“One set of knowns helped reveal another set of unknowns.“
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The Old American Artist Twitter Excerpt Series, Number I.12.1
“Even with attention-seeking Sundance, Arturo and Rosetta were bees to….”
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The Old American Artist Twitter Excerpt Series, Number I.11.3
“The breeze whispered more, but too quietly to grasp. Arturo didn’t mind, his heart was filling with expectations….”
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The Old American Artist Twitter Excerpt Series, Number I.11.2
“Arturo grasped a small canvas, inlaid with soft overlapping rows of wide brush strokes. Blue-grey, like worn bolts on an old wheel….”
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The Old American Artist Twitter Excerpt Series, Number I.11.1
“ It would be lunch time soon Arturo sensed….”
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The Old American Artist Twitter Excerpt Series, Number I.10.3
“ …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 I.10.2
“Her clash of ancestors….”
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The Old American Artist Twitter Excerpt Series, Number I.10.1
“Galveston, initially, proved almost as problematic as it did promising.“
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The Old American Artist Twitter Excerpt Series, Number I.9.2
“The sergeant reached down to the plain wood table beside him, pinched a small safety razor, and lifted it up to the room.“
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The Old American Artist Twitter Excerpt Series, Number I.9.1
“In the Air Force, shaving everyday is like the sun rising, expected.“
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The Old American Artist Twitter Excerpt Series, Number I.8.3
“In the early spring, with fog on the waves, Arturo moved to Galveston. History shows, he reflected, the weather is less predictable there….”
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The Old American Artist Twitter Excerpt Series, Number I.8.2
“After another try, with an artistically supportive woman….”
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The Old American Artist Twitter Excerpt Series, Number I.8.1
“Dancers, he quickly found, like himself as an artist….”
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The Old American Artist Twitter Excerpt Series, Number I.7.1
“‘They let you do that in school,’ asked his youngest, a boy.“
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The Old American Artist Twitter Excerpt Series, Number I.6.1
“‘See you at the show,’ he whisper-read, quietly remembering why he needed to shave.“
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The Old American Artist Twitter Excerpt Series, Number I.5.1
“In that instant, from the words of a kind stranger, Arturo made a decision.”
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The Old American Artist Twitter Excerpt Series, Number I.4.2
“Anna pranced, arms alternating up into the air in pure play, unaware how beautifully she danced.”
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The Old American Artist Twitter Excerpt Series, Number I.4.1
“Arturo was staring at a small ridge of blue-green paint….”
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The Old American Artist Twitter Excerpt Series, Number I.3.2
“Arturo leaned forward a few more inches, closing off their conversation from those around them….”
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The Old American Artist Twitter Excerpt Series, Number I.3.1
“Though they had just met that week, he liked the glint and glimmer her eye. He feared losing momentum….”
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The Old American Artist Twitter Excerpt Series, Number I.2.3
“The image itself, when nearly done, Arturo had always felt, lived in the light.”
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The Old American Artist Twitter Excerpt Series, Number I.2.2
“Arturo…let the wind’s whispers speak light whistles….”
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The Old American Artist Twitter Excerpt Series, Number I.2.1
“These were the moments Arturo felt a visitor to his own work….”
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The Old American Artist Twitter Excerpt Series, Number I.1.2
“Colors and textures. Shapes that softly glow….”
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The Old American Artist Twitter Excerpt Series, Number I.1.1
“Maybe now, in my sixties, he thought, my days are like weeks now….”
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The Old American Artist by Felipe Adan Lerma – Twitter Excerpt Series
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…

