October 12,2019
CHAW AND SPURS

 

excerpt from

Ash Fork Madness©️

written by

Nana Cook and Charlotte Madison

copyright 2019 Nana Cook and Charlotte Madison

 

                   CHAW AND SPURS

 

Never in my life had I ever been in the company of anyone who partook of chewing tobacco — and for that fact I was exceedingly thankful. I had often noticed the small circular, sun-faded outline of a chewing tobacco tin on the back pocket of blue jeans worn by rock doodlers and cowboys, and I had seen baseball players on TV attend to the revolting necessities of chewing tobacco — and revolting it was!
One day running the gas station, I had been on the job for only a few hours when one of our regular customer, Carl, strolled in masticating and manipulating a large mass in his mouth. “Here’s ten fer the gas.” He said as he reached for the wastebasket, lifted it to his face, and then p’tooied a large brown stream into it. I was horrified, and then my internal organs heaved when I realized that I moments before I had emptied the damp garbage from it with my bare hands.
Eventually one Sunday a cowboy from one of the ranches near town came to our house to speak to G.B.. He settled himself in a chair in the living room and rubbed his spurs back and forth against the weave of the upholstery. I watched entranced hoping he would scar that hateful orange recliner enabling me to pitch it out.
I was about to engage the cowboy in conversation, hoping he would linger and do a really good job on the chair, when I noticed he was building up a bulge in his cheek and casting searching glances around the room.
I panicked instantly, and pleaded silently, not in my home! What can I get for him before he erupts — my waste basket — a mixing bowl — the candy dish?

But the cowboy was a man of artistic talent. He stood up with spurs ringing, opened the front door and P’TOOIED across the verandah, painting a beautiful red rose — chocolate brown.


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For over forty years, painting related totally to the American Southwest. It was people of the dry hot desert, solid mesas, cacti, stone and canyons that made my heart leap.

When I realized I would never see the desert again, I began a search for something to paint. Nana suggested, B.C, vineyards and took me to Penticton where I did one painting. Nana and Gary then began to take me on Mystery tours of the island and always included a vineyard. But they all were so green! So many leaves so many trees - I don't do trees and I rarely use green - dont really like looking at green, but I got started on a duty series not an inspired series.

I guess it was July or early August when we were driving home from a winery visit. I was grousing about painting the Festive Flying Grape series when Gary said "Start another series, you can work on more than one at a time."

For some reason those words triggered the words "I could paint the Island artists!" Nana and Gary agreed and it was the topic of conversation all the way home

For a while I was afraid I wouldn't get volunteers to pose but it is rolling and each one offers something special to inspire me. And it is lovely to feel all I am doing was sparked by Gary and like all I do, supported by Nana.

April Update 2012 Sixteen fine artists, many of national repute, have posed for Artists of Vancouver Island and many are booked or promised. There will be no poses after June 30,2012. When I have painted all twenty-five I will turn my thought to . . . what next?