The Heron

The Heron, 2013
Oil on panel, 12×9 in

 A Heron went wading one early morning to take his breakfast from the shallows of a stream. There were many Fish in the water, but the stately Heron thought he could find better. "Such small fry is certainly not suitable fare for a Heron," he remarked to himself.

And as a choice young Perch swam by, the Heron tipped his long bill in the air and snapped, "No, sir, I certainly wouldn't open my beak for that!"

The sun grew higher and all the Fish left the shallows for the cool, deep, middle of the stream. When the Heron could find no trace of a Fish left in the stream, he was very grateful to finally break his fast on a mere snail.

Aesop's Fables always have a moral. The story of The Heron illustrates that one aught not be too hard to suit or may have to settle for crap, or worse for nothing at all. This idea is kind of like waiting for the perfect blog post to appear. Poignant and informative, dashed out in a spot somewhere between a poopy diaper, unschooling madness and little hungry mouths.

Admittedly, this may not be what the writer of the the perch-passing Heron had in mind, but certainly what is on my mind. It's a new year, a fresh start. A time to make goals and think about words like Legacy and Soul Proprietor. When the Springville Museum curators wrote informative cards to educate the viewer on my paintings in our (my dad, my sister, and my) spectacular show , their main resource was my blog. My past trail of imperfect compositions, attempting to enlighten you, my viewer, as to the meaning of my art. These blog posts, writing about my art, has value now and in the future.

Speaking of Legacy, when my Opera Omnia (complete works) is published, I will need many words to fill it's pages. These are them words. Blog on little em.