I made sure Austin understood how much his artistic genius is appreciated.
In this one, Austin tries his hand at photography. He took this one of me in San Francisco, in 1969.
Black Bart rounded the corner and there in the fading sunlight Edgar Blythe walked tall and proud.
Edgar's hand moved slowly toward his gun and Black Bart knew he had breathed his last.
I didnt know they had eucalypts in San francisco.
I'm no eucalypts. I'm a Texan, born and bred.
Now, here, Austin has departed from his earlier style and begun what I call, his Late-Picasso period.
Happity Birthday, edgarblythe! (Now you're as old as I am again..)
Thank you. I doubt if I can pass you, but will keep on trying.
Happy Birthday Edgar. This is a wonderful thread, tell Austin I love his work, please.
OK. But don't want him to get the big head. Thanks for Bday wishes.
There are lots and lots of Eucalyptus trees in California, dadpad..
There is a famous Christmas story, concerning a California eucalyptus tree:
Once upon a time, when Edgar was but a young Blythe, the evil weenie monkeys addled his stepfather's brain, so that he could not spare any of his party money for Christmas for the family. Three days before the big day, edgar's older brother chanced upon a handsome eucalyptus limb, hanging off a tree. He wrangled it free and brought it to their Mom, who gratefully made a stand and stood it in the living room. Her old decorations went on, all sparkly and pretty, and they had as fine a Christmas tree as could be had. To their astonishment, on Christmas Eve, the school principal brought some bags of gifts to the door. And the evil weenie monkeys were thwarted in the evil plan to deny Christmas joy to all the little Blythes and their poor mother.
Austin has titled this one: "The Sorrows of Young Werther."
gustavratzenhofer wrote:
Beth sees a fish moving upstream while I see the gates of hell closing on a tortured soul while a single black rose mysteriously graces the foreground. What is the significance of the rose?
The blackness would indicate death here but eternal suffering elsewhere, I would think.
I really like this particular sketch, edgar. Tell your grandson he did an exceptional job.
No! No! No! Can't you see man!?!? It' a comment on thee socio-political strife at the playground. (or his sister stuck in a tree)
I need to go over there and look for more artwork.
@edgarblythe,
that is Austin talking to his grandma and grandpa.
@gustavratzenhofer,
I do see the rose in the foreground but I also see a chicken breaking down the 4th wall as he stares into the soul of the viewer/audience as his soul is burning in Hell (please note the stalactites and stalagmites framing both sides of the chicken's head.
Austin is ten or eleven now. It is doubtful he would remember these pictures.
