My mother, Barbara Delabano remembers that faithful day: We moved to Kilgore in 1931 or maybe 1932. My grandparents lived in Kilgore where my grandfather Taylor was the superintendent for Gulf Oil in the East Texas oil field. I imagine that current generations would think it odd that it was quite a thing to own … More In one moment…..life can change forever. 3:17 PM, March 18, 1937, New London Texas
When I originally published this posting in 2017 I wrote, “Foolish me……I’m going to weigh in and say yes, Confederate monuments should be moved from places of honor in our public forums and moved somewhere they can be given a context and studied for what they were and why they were erected in the first … More Back in 2017 I published a post on removing Confederate memorials, today I rewrote it.
Some time ago, I was at a meeting of early Texas art collectors and I was introduced to this real nice man. After a little small talk and as I walked away I heard the host of the party tell the person, “His father was Barney Delabano who studied with members of the “Dallas Nine,” … More Local lineage and the “Texas Tree of Art”…….is it important anymore?
I have a show of my recent work on view now at the Kirk Hopper Fine Arts Gallery in Dallas. The show really hangs well together and has a look about it that has a lot to do with everything having a more restrained palette. Thankfully the gallery didn’t hang all the work I delivered … More Stragglers, Oddballs, and Outliers,
Ashes I have written several times about different elements to this story, my father’s passing and my piece of sculpture, “Family Portrait:1963, but I’ve always left out this little nugget. I think enough time has passed that I can now tell this story. In August, 1997, my father passed away and he was cremated. My … More I think enough time has pass that I can now tell this story
When I was a child my family took a family vacation to San Antonio, Texas to see the Alamo of course. While on our trip we drove through Stephenville, Texas because Texas artist Jerry Bywaters had told my father about a strange and wonderful place called Ray’s Ornamental Gardens. Much later while in college my … More Ray’s Ornamental Gardens, Stephenville Texas
I used to teach with this wonderful woman, we all lovingly called “Trigger.” Trigger was old school, she was a teachers teacher and she used to say all the time, “Lucky, Lucky Us.” I’m not much of a believer in luck, because I think we all make a life from the choices we make, knowingly … More Why St. John’s: Lucky, Lucky Me.
I thought enough time had passed that I could address his death. 53 years later I cried like a baby as I started to write this. My older brother Taylor was born in 1954 with Cystic Fibrosis. In 1964 life expectancy for a CF child was 10 years old. October 4, 1964, my brother passed. … More My dear brother Taylor…..that was so long ago……..
I went to East Texas State University in Commerce Texas in 1976. I lived in the dorms only for as long as I had to. I moved out after my freshman year and moved into a house with a fellow art student named Joe. We had a wonderful landlady……Mrs. George. Mrs. George was in her … More Remembering Mrs. George
I remember getting the phone call in my classroom from my wife Jill; “Martin, we need to go to the hospital. Your dad has taken a turn for the worse. We drove to the hospital as my brain started to realize that this was probably the start of the end. My father had been diagnosed … More A good death