Quote of the day: ART

January 24, 2010

ART

When I was about seven, my red-haired maiden aunt Alma, who lived with an artist named Theresa in the big city of Portland, Oregon, came to visit us in Pocatello, Idaho. When Alma and Theresa drove their Chevy coupe into our yard, those two women splashed pastels on the heat. My mother put a bow in her hair and sat on the sofa with her sister and they laughed til their gums showed. Theresa, the artist from Portland, took her paints out onto the picnic table. I sat next to her and watched as she set up her canvas. I sat next to her and watched as she painted the flat expanses of sagebrush onto the canvas. When Theresa was finished, what she had painted, where there were no mountains on the horizon, Theresa had painted beautiful green mountains onto the canvas.

I have so much to thank Theresa, the artist from Portland, for. She gave me a dream, a vision. I have spent my life looking for where those beautiful green mountains came from. I haven’t seen them yet, but I always know they are there.

— Tom Spanbauer

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