February 07,2020
#40 G.B.'S NOSE

                                             Excerpt from
                                     STONE AND CANVAS©️

                                              Written by
                               Nana Cook and Charlotte Madison

                                            Copyright 2019

 

              

                    #40   G.B.’S NOSE 

 

G.B. carried himself with the confidence (sans ego) of a handsome man, but never having seen a snap or photo of him before age and a “hard life” carved in his maturity, I could only wonder.

           Eventually his son showed me a photo of G.B. as a young man and he was beautiful. Nature had gifted him with black curly hair, wild and wonderful turquoise eyes, dimples, a cleft in his chin, a sensual mouth and - a slim straight nose!
     

            He was one of those Madison Boys,” successful men but “rip snortin’” brothers and he readily admitted to being a fighter. More often than not he was a looser, but that never did stop him swinging the first punch.

            Later as a man, his reputation included the tale of him limping home bloody and beaten, to be bandaged, cleaned up with a change of clothes, only to head back “sos I can finish the job.”

            Being punched in the face had taken its toll and left his nose a little bulbous. It bothered me as my father had had such a classic profile.

            One day G.B. and I were walking up the parking ramp between the garden and the back door, when we each put one foot under a vine, and stepped on it with the other foot. We plunged in tandem to the cement. I broke my fall by twisting sideways. G.B. broke his fall, with his nose. The impact split the bulb and he gushed blood and curses as he rushed inside to tend it.


            I pleaded in vain with him to go to Prescott for stitches, then I watched the healing of the nose like a hawk, terrified that it might remain, double its size.

            Instead I was delighted by the end result. The scar ⎯ eliminated the bulbous end by creating a dashing cleft ⎯ matched the one in his chin.


Posted by Charlotte Madison at 02:48
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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?