Icon: J. Larry Nance

To be an artist is one thing. To be the art, quite another. And so he is the art. The old one’s genetics reflected in the hair falling like rain, the shadow marks celebrating the long lost painted warriors, the skilled hunters that were free when the land was open and there were hard times, but there were good times; now those times are gone, lost, hardly remembered. There is only now the future delineated on the right hand by a thin, close-by horizon.