Artist??

This week has been another week of us not living a normal life I guess. Our Art show is still going on and we have made some deal on our art. It is paying off a little now but I still have trouble calling myself an artist. We did make the local newspaper here. The front page in color. That feels funny too see our pictures in a newspaper. I’m afraid to be too proud. I’m so tired of people making themselves up to be more that they are. In the boating world it seems most of the men are navy seals or airline pilots or have been some one great at one time. Not long ago a man claiming to be a navy fighter pilot was talking and I said something about a great circle and he didn’t know what it was. All paper charts are laid out as if the world is flat. Flying a plane long distances using a paper chart you have to make correction to it as you go. GPS does it automatically but a well trained navigators knows the difference. A fighter pilot would know. He probably read some books on airplanes and has never had the motor to cut off at eight thousand feet like Pam and I did one morning as I pulled the wrong nob and leaned the motor to much. We got the motor going again without to much embarrassment back then but if were around a bunch of old pilots today and they were laughing about things they did it steel seems to come up if Pam is there laughing with them. As I have put in a lot of our blogs, I don’t know when I can tell people I’m and artist and not just and old boat bum still loving a life with a little adventure. On a ride to town. Town out here is 32 miles away. In our old 49 year old truck we put together out of junk parts I realized I still have Pam with me and it is as it has been all these years. When I met her she was15 and I was 17 and a ride to town in and old truck with her with me is still the same. Riding in and old truck going to town with the girl of my dreams still beside me after all these years the adventure goes on. Life is good out here on the Kansas prairie.

 

Art Event

In our blog I try to tell what is happening to us where we are and what we are doing. We are still in Kansas and our boat we live on most of the time is still in Guatemala. Up a river there safe we hope. We are up here trying to beat the heat of living through the summer in the Caribbean. Here the Chinese virus has messed up everything for a while but now it’s getting better. I finally got to have an art show after being canceled over and over for over a year.

I had to make a speech and I hope it didn’t go too bad. No one walked out with me talking. The speech was about loving art and not the crazy life we have lived but our life seemed to work it’s way in there. I made the speech with a painting of our old home built boat we designed and built ourselves behind me. Every thing in this exhibit was mine. We built the stretcher boards and mounted the canvas. Made the frames. All the frames were built out of old wood we found in old barns being thrown down. I have sold my art before but when can I call myself an artist? I have put this in our blog before. When building a boat when does it become a boat. What minute or second does it become a boat? With this when can I say I’m an artist now? This is the address for the Facebook page. (Deines Cultural Center, Russell, Kansas) You can look up the art gallery my work is in. In other news Gail Johnson came to the opening and stayed a week with us. She is up here off her boat and of coarse we had to get in a bike ride.

We had a great ride Sunday. Pam and I on our old Honda. Gail and our son on his Harley

 

Late Blog

Sorry we had not done a blog this week but we have been very busy. To all our boating friends in the Caribbean where our boat is it’s still warm here but in the 60s at night. You can sleep here. Seen 56F one night. Out here on the Kansas prairie this is farm country. Everything is big out here but we live simple here. Our son has chickens and an incubator so he is hatching chicks. Each day we hear how many have hatched.

Four new Grand Chicks

Living this simple makes me think about the first people to farm out here. We put in our blog before that our son has an old rim off a prairie schooner as they were called back in the day. They had to be big wagons.

Prairie Schooner Rim

Settling here took guts, luck and money. The women here that help settle this land had to have been tough. Even today women don’t like living this far from town. You need a little salt your next door neighbor maybe miles away. The store is a drive for sure. Need a pizza delivered? Not happening. We are still working on next weeks art show. We need 50 pieces and the whole gallery is dedicated to my art. I say My Art but Pam is there sanding frames and helping where she can. In the further we may make it where people can buy our art online but for how I don’t know how. On the don’t know how things, on how it will turn out. The local news paper reporter was here this week doing and article on us and our up coming show. We are odd to the people out here. They ask us a lot, “When we are you going back to our ship?” Not me us so we will have to see how that goes. We have had articles written on us before so we will have to see how it turns out.

Kansas, USA

Here is one piece that people out here seem to like. What a time to have a flat tire.

“PAMELA ANN”

Pam likes this one and for those of you out there that knows who’s boat this is you will know why.