There has been a lot of talk lately about all the Confederate Monuments and whether they should be taken down or not. Foolish me……I’m going to weigh in and say yes they should be moved from places of honor in our public forums and moved somewhere they can be given a context and studied for … More Foolish me……I’m going to weigh in.
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
It was a fairly quiet Christmas holiday at the Delabano house. My wife left town to be with her Mother and extended family and I hunkered down in my studio. I was grateful to have the gift of time to allow my mind to wander and indulge my various interest in craft and play. Some people might … More Working up to 2017
In Christianity, “All Souls Day” is the day we look back and remember the faithfully departed, in particular loved ones and relatives. So today my grandparents, father and brother’s passing was on my mind. After my father died, I didn’t work in the studio for about a year. I spent most of my spare time … More “All Souls Day” and the “Prayer Wall”
It’s been a while since I’ve posted on my blog. I’ve been a bit busy. My post today might seem to ramble about but it is very much like my summer where I was able to let my mind just wander and renew. What a blessing to be able to even forget what day it was. … More It was a quiet Summer
The late Sonny Burt and Bob Butler’s legendary art collection is being auctioned off at the Talley Dunn Gallery to benefit Booker T. Washington, school of the Visual and Performing Arts. Six of my pieces of mine are in the auction. Sonny and Bob’s collection was a testament to their befriending young artist, supporting and collecting their work. I … More Sonny Burt and Bob Butler and their legendary art collection
Standing here now…..you can’t see beyond the next street. This story is about the changing landscape. Not exactly the view I remember as a child. Right here at the end of the street of Hillsboro and Shiloh, our housing development ended and across the street there were barb wire fences and old family farm houses up … More When Dallas was an island on the Blackland Praire