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My home is in Olde Town Clinton and I love being there. But today, I went home to where I grew up – in as much as I am grown. I drove down the street...
As much as it can feel like life has no direction and is going everywhere all at once, the truth is it only goes one way. One time. It will worry you to...
It’s important to leave footsteps. They let us know we were here and that we mattered. Maybe they will blow away tomorrow, but as long as the print lasts...
Painting from life has become less about the paint and more about the life. It’s the stuff that happens along the road. It’s the reason a sandwich tastes...
An art dealer told me a long time ago, “People don’t want a bargain when they buy art. They want the best.” Not all the advice he gave me was good, but...
I don’t get to teach as much as I did when I was a college professor. Back then, my biggest problem was finding the student who really wanted to learn...
When I was in High school, I ran track. I wasn’t that good but I did it. I suppose I was in pretty good shape because I rode bikes a lot, as well. The...
Wandering in a field with nothing in mind but to wander. I am grateful for the moments in my life that are directed toward a goal or a project but I...
As a toddler, I sat on my dad’s lap at the breakfast table. He would let me drink coffee with him as he read the newspaper. It wasn’t real coffee, it was...
When we moved, I put one large terra cotta clay pot in another, packed them away and moved to our new home. Later while unpacking I tried to pull them...
We’re having the best time traveling through this part of Georgia and South Carolina. Our camper is a 16 ft Casita that we pull with our “Pastormobile”...
It is important to take chances. I don’t mean the kind of chances where the risk is certain failure. I don’t mean the kind of chances where you efforts...
Taking care of your artistic self is your responsibility.
No one else will do it for you. At the most critical junctures, most and sometimes no one will...
I don’t usually take a day off and do nothing. I’ll usually find something to occupy myself. Yesterday I had my second COVID vaccine. Today I woke up with...
That was the first bible verse I learned as a kindergarten aged boy. My Sunday school teacher (mandolinist Hal Jeanes’ mother) gave us all white...
I’m in the middle of the painting and I am at a crossroads. I know what I should do. It is a risky choice. The painting is moving now and I can’t stay...
It’s been an interesting 10 days.
This project of painting the southeast has been in my craw for over 30 years. I’m 65. If I don’t do it now, I might...
In light of the today’s statistics of the Covid-19 virus in Mississippi, we have made the difficult decision to keep the Gallery closed a little...
Starting this Saturday, May 2, the Gallery is easing back into our new normal by opening the Gallery from 10a-2pm. Of course, we will be following proper...
These are scary times. I paint outside and some people are afraid. A guy with a homemade easel and a ponytail looks suspicious. Lately I’ve noticed people...
Strange days have found us.
Still one of the few bands I can think of that had a keyboard bass. These times can feel as dark as that Doors song. We have...
The Wyatt Waters Gallery will be temporarily closed to the public in an attempt to slow down the spread of the covid19 virus. When we feel things have...
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