As if not everything had rusted, dry wheat bent from seed. A split rail fence, its three crows panting. Each mountain division was lit up or about to be. Summer staggered, antlers locked. Lamb’s ear and mullein root suckled. I stood beneath a lodgepole ribcage, smoke-blind. If you come back as the...

[caption id="attachment_12626" align="alignleft" width="182"] "Awakening Spirit" | Oil | 40 x 20 inches[/caption] In terms of career transitions, oil painter John C. Gawne has experienced perhaps one of the more drastic ones: from 20 years as an accountant and stockbroker in Chicago to a full-time, award-winning...

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