Ash Fork Madness©️
Nana Cook and Charlotte Madison
copyright 2019 Nana Cook and Charlotte Madison
One morning as we sat at the breakfast table G.B. casually mentioned his gun. To a naïve Canadian it was startling to hear that my husband, this volatile man, owned a firearm. I asked him where he kept it and he replied with a mischievous expression on his face, “Well Charle, it’s at home. Maybe.” He added when he saw my startled look. And then he continued, “Or in the car, or in the pick-up, at one of the offices or maybe at the station. Now don’t worry Hon. It’s hidden where no one could ever find it.” Floundering and going under he added, “It’s hidden at the station.” At my horrified gasp he quickly added, “Don’t worry Hon. It’s hidden where no one could ever find it.”
He was right. I had open access to everything including his hiding spots, but try as I might I was unable to find the gun, so I decided it was just bluster.
Soon after, in the middle of the night, G.B. wakened me in a frantic panic.
“CHARLE! CHARLE! I DANG NEAR SHOT DAN! I thought he was a prowler. What the Hayll was he a-doin’ in m’ station in the middle of the night?”
“G.B. he works there! You could have killed him — shattered his entire family — had my husband taken away to prison — all with one shot!”
Not getting the sympathy he expected, he tried to placate me, “Don’t worry Sweetheart — I threw the gun away.” Pleased with his quick thinking he smiled, feeling all was well again.
“What? Where?” I asked in tears.
“Ah . . . in the field, way beyond the tracks” He replied hesitantly.
“Oh no G.B., the children! What about the children? A little one might find it! I’ll get dressed and we can go get it now. We have to find it! Trauma was being heaped upon trauma for G.B. when his wife not only hollered at him but told him what to do.
“GOD DAMMIT CHARLE! OH HAYLL!” He screamed, spitting sparks! “Y’ALL’RE SO GOD – DAMNED . . . STRANGE! I didn’t throw it away! But I shore as hayll will get rid of it now, if it is just to shut you up!” He muttered.
“Where?” I persisted.
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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?