01/05/2026
This one was special. All of them are, but this one hits home. I have stood in that spot and watched the world grow up around it. It was a time and place that’s not coming back, and I don’t expect very many people to understand that. They might see a couple of dirty old shrimp boats, or a pile of oyster shells they wished would go away. For me...There’s years of hard work with little reward. The High Roller. A grandmother teaching her granddaughter the ropes and how to work hard, follow rules and how the system works. A grandfather, captain, net builder, and hard worker, who watched like a hawk over any little thing that could go wrong. A radio, loud and humming with the day’s banter. It’s starting at 4 am and meeting the sun on Matagorda bay. It’s tide, temperature, and the sight of sharks, jacks and dolphins trailing behind you like a bunch of hungry ducklings. On my mother’s side, most men I traced back have been traditional fishermen. A heritage, all but gone. I know some of you have been happy about that too. Honestly, that’s ok. It does make me feel odd when I have watched some of those same people enjoy a fresh shrimp dinner, meeting clients about paving everything in the name of “progress.” But this isn’t about that. I, myself, have contradicting thoughts on anything in that matter. This is about how an art piece can move you into time travel. Make you homesick for a place that doesn’t exist anymore. For my client, it even tells a different story than mine. There’s so much more than I could possibly fit into one post. I will tell you that my eyes turned into Niagara Falls when I drew out the Appaloosa. Thoughts of my sweet, late Great Uncle Leslie came back. A fragment. A chord. This song. My grandpa and his brothers lived it. They fished the entire Texas coast and into Campeche. Things were different then, even before my time. There were still oyster shell roads when my Grandma came into town. And all of that is gone, just like you and me will be one day. And maybe that’s it. Maybe that’s what’s moved me so much about making this piece. The passing of time. I tried to capture a flicker of a moment, and a thousand memories came back.