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I arrived in Leadville by a road of many a twist and turn. A couple of bridges burned,some missing or possibly arrived before they were built. Born in the Indiana farm country in 1950, I came to Colorado in 1969. Built designed and rehabilitated buildings
and restaurants. I continued until 1981, realizing it was challenging, but not fulfilling. I stepped off an airplane on a hazy morning of my 31st birthday in Casablanca, Morocco.
Throughout the 80's, with only stops in the states, for a little money and a plane ticket, I traveled hither and yon, Africa, Europe, Australia, Mexico and CentralAmerica.
All told somewhere around 18 different countries, most for three months or longer some measured in the accumulated time of years. Almost married a steel post in Morocco, where at a different time I played my flute to swallows that stayed a while in my candled nights. I painted and worked the first piece of marble, whilst the ocean kissed my door.
I found that first piece of marble(an old remnant of a window sill)on a beach in Tarifa, Spain.
The above is my schooling in the arts, the watching, seeing, smelling, doing of life.
To me, looking at the raw rock is like watching the clouds, it is a shifting of shape and form.
Art, I believe should not only just be, it should move one, a pause, a view different, a thought, a smile. Quite possibly bewilderment of it's own simplistic complexity.
Thomas A. Barnard
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