A Progress, With Lagniappe!

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1982.  I don't remember this bit of anthro but I do remember my cat, Gulliver Foyle.  Gully was black but he would have been the model for this.  The early eighties were the best years of my life.  I was happy.





This is my take on the Henry Wallis master work, The Death of Thomas Chatterton.  This is from my one drawing class at a Dallas Junior College in 1982.  My original drawing has more subtlety with the shading and tones, but this is a camera phone pic.  This is about 2' by 18".  





Tate Gallery version.  Completed in 1856.  The model was the young George Meredith.  This whole story and painting is a hotbed of pre-Raphaelite high jinks.





George Meredith, the youngest picture of him I can find.  Famous now for a poem about adultery, Modern Love.  However, he really shines as a dead poet!





And, speaking of one shot wonder poets as young men, this is about 2001. This is a theater headshot I had done after I wowed Austin with my portrayal of Sgt. Krupke in the annual summer musical at Zilker Park.  But I turned my back on such tinseled frippery, preferring the reflective life of a dirt poor hard drinking eccentric on the banks of the Colorado.
Ha Ha!

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