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 Me, my camera, and Howard Sr. at the Badlands of South Dakota in 1969. Photographed by my mother Lorina. "When I was a boy of fourteen, my father was so ignorant I could hardly stand to have the old man around. But when I got to be twenty-one, I was astonished at how much he had learned in seven years." ~ Mark Twain My father, Howard Sr. was the first artist I ever met. It seemed like he could make anything. He loved woodworking at night and on the weekends. His day job was welding and metal working. He made innumerable things over his life time; including picture frames, furniture, garages, cabins and recreation rooms.  Howard Sr. was born in 1909 in Virginia, Minnesota. He made a large drawing in pencil when he was in his twenties of two horses running at night in a lightning storm. He copied it from a tiny image that he found in a newspaper and rendered it beautifully and framed it. He gave it to his girl friend way back in the ninteen thirties and when she died it was willed back to us. I saw it for the first time as a young boy. I loved the passion captured in the image and his skilled rendering. It amazed me. My drawing improved the day I first saw his drawing. I have made art my life, drawings, sculpture, paintings, movies and photography. My primary media has been photography for a long time now but I can stray to other media when I get the feeling. |
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