Essay on my family is my life
Harlequin Jungle was one of the first and most successful of my jungle scenes. Rodeo was a small city, filled with violence and crime. My book One Horse Farm Doubleday, was, of course, based on our life here in Maine. The principal once called my mother in and tried to tell her that she shouldn’t send us to school in such fancy clothes.
We had all kinds of beautiful poultry as well as cows and horses and pigs, all of which had to be fed and watered and cared for. I’m afraid however, that I had little respect for any of my art teachers’ ideas — I had too many ideas of my own.
Artists such as Thomas Hart Benton and Waldo Peirce were family friends. My brother and I enjoyed making hay, but we despised weeding gardens. Of course I learned a great deal from growing up among artists, but none of it was formal art instruction. I now learn from nature documentaries which provide live action. He was more interested in the physical exhilaration of the work than in the result.
It was also difficult because I had to depend on photos, which I never like to do. But everyone in this world there is no other perspective than his own. For the first 20 years after we settled in Maine, I too sent my work down to New York galleries, and I submitted paintings to all of the important out-of-state juried shows.
I began to try new ideas, or old ideas of my own, returning to my early love of exotic animal forms that I had explored in my childhood.