I was kicked by one of these decades ago on my grandads South Carolina farm. This is a study sketch painting for a larger version on canvas, part of a new set of work anticipating a big change coming, hopefully soon, if not sooner. Tomorrow if I could. Now!
Long years ago, three and a half decades to be exact, I started a series here in the deep south with the same anticipation. It was foiled, both good and bad. I still managed to get part of it right as west as I could go without falling into the ocean. Well if poverty is an ocean I surely fell hard out there-no way around that-foiled! This time the reins will be pulled in the fatherland...rest in peace.
And I will bury this sword at the Georgia state line.
