This is an oil painting I created back in high school. The subject is an old guy that worked in a grocery store.
I used to flip through magazines and find older people to draw and paint because I enjoyed creating the illusion of wisdom and aging.
Much of my art from my youth of older men. I guess its because my grandfather on my dad’s side represented something to me that’s hard to explain.
My grandad was a patient man of faith who grew up as a farmer. He was from a rare breed of hard working men that didn’t make a lot of money. I loved that man because he was a man among men that stood for righteousness more than a wage.
In a nutshell, he was the greatest guy I ever talked to. Probably because he was a man of few words, so when he did speak you listened with intention.
Listening With Intent
Although there were definitely times when I couldn’t understand my grandad, his words were always wise in nature. You felt comfortable believing everything he said. He was an old-school rural guy that spoke in half spoken words and you had to pay attention because he had a country southern drawl.
This makes me think that as we get older, we have no time to tell tall tales. At least that’s the way I look at it.
So back in the day when I would draw and paint I went for subjects that were true. And the old guys were my subjects because you could clearly tell in their faces that they had experiences worth questioning where they were coming from.