Manhood

This gallery is meant to be a visual allegory of my feelings about my origins, my gender, my space, my time, my family, my church, and so much more.  I am object.  I am subject.  I, man, am a fisher of men.

Morning, JOSE ARPA, 1920, From the collection of: Panhandle-Plains Historical Museum
Subtle contractions define the space of this landscape. A golden field holds the center of the womb. However, rising ground on the left, and a droopy nipple of grass on the right, give it / us life.
A New Boat, Alexey and Sergey Tkachev, 1988 - 1991, From the collection of: The Institute of Russian Realist Art (IRRA)
Who is the boat for? Perhaps one who will use it to set sail for dream land? Many choose to build the crib their child will board. Are these men planning for that future? Orange, Blue - Old, New?
Boat at Anchor, John Henry Twachtman, n.d., From the collection of: Huntington Museum of Art
Youth is an abstract time of discovery. We observe the impression of a world we do not yet understand. Hopefully, the lines we take, like those here, will paint a balanced - and rough - composition.
Beach with boats, Modest Urgell, c.1890, From the collection of: Rafael Masó Foundation
During our teenage years, we believe textured seas to be better than calm ones. We are not really interested in developing our community. We are still a mystery to ourselves. We too are empty vessels.
Fishermen launching a rowing boat, Michael Ancher, 1881, From the collection of: Skagens Museum
Community involves contrast & complimentary relationships. The brightness of our early adult hood is often penetrated with dark. Our blues are assisted by the sunshine of friendship.
Sheikh Abadeh, Edward Lear, 1812–1888, British, 1867, From the collection of: Yale Center for British Art
We let ourselves put the sails down & go against the flow. The high points behind us serve to anchor our composition & future. Openness is our goal. Some young men need to seek out rough waters.
The Fog Warning, Winslow Homer, 1885, From the collection of: Museum of Fine Arts, Boston
When she opens herself to us, the sea is often rougher than we anticipated. We enjoy the struggle to provide for our relationships. But, it seems we can never do enough.
Fishing boats at sea with a full moon, Artist: Ohara Koson, ca. 1900, From the collection of: National Museum of Asian Art
The calm of a midlife crisis can be rough with tension. Here we have a weight on the right side to balance, in a boat rocking way, with the openness of the left. We look back, away from the future.
The Herring Net, Winslow Homer (American, 1836-1910), 1885, From the collection of: The Art Institute of Chicago
We hope for a balanced life that holds its center. In this composition, a triangle provides a solid foundation with a promise of room to grow. We can focus on our challenges, rewards, friends & self.
Opposite my House at Barnes, Edward William Cooke, 1811–1880, British, 1862, From the collection of: Yale Center for British Art
During our mature years, we remember the rough seas we have traveled. The friends we have made reflect our true selves. We are still a mystery. But, we hope we are no longer empty.
On the Banks of the Guadaíra with a Boat, Emilio Sánchez-Perrier, ca. 1890, From the collection of: Museo Carmen Thyssen Málaga
We no longer need to place our focus on finding food, braving the storm, or building a foundation. We have discovered a very special place. We can take time and emphasize the "life" of our lives.
Boating on the River, Emilio Sánchez-Perrier, ca. 1890, From the collection of: Museo Carmen Thyssen Málaga
We often remember the calm moments that brought focus to what we were doing. Like the canoe and friends in both this and the previous painting, we recall episodes that brought clarity and meaning.
Fishing boat, Jacob Maris, 1878, From the collection of: Kunstmuseum
Our ship brought us home. She carried us through the rough seas. She pulled us through the blank skies. When she becomes an anchor, we hope it is temporary. She still has a lot of variety to enjoy.
Boat Lying at Low Tide, MONET, Claude, 1881, From the collection of: Tokyo Fuji Art Museum
Hibernating, Frederic Whitaker, 22 x 30 in. Watercolor., 1959, From the collection of: The Frederic Whitaker and Eileen Monaghan Whitaker Foundation
While waiting for the tide to return, we reflect on our values. We hope our darks were meaningful. If they exist, they should be like the shadows in this white scape. They should give it a good form.
Summer evening on Skagen Sønderstrand, Peder Severin Krøyer, 1893, From the collection of: Skagens Museum
But the true value of our life does not understand our sacrifice - our "why." They are the why. They are the focus that guided us along the shore toward a horizon that did not exist.
The Painter Gabriël Working in a Boat, Willem Bastiaan Tholen, 1882, From the collection of: Museum Boijmans Van Beuningen
"Show, Don't tell!" My words were not enough. My lines did not provide enough clarity to bring me out from the background. They did not understand. They want me to be more direct. Again - abstract!
The Derelict (The Lost Boat), Arthur Wesley Dow, 1916, From the collection of: Zimmerli Art Museum at Rutgers University
Old, New - Orange, Blue Relationships As we grow older, we realize our lives have never stopped being abstract. We are not understood, because can not understand it all. It is still a mystery!
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