HORSE AND PRICKLY PEAR
ON THE TRAIL
I am over
70 years of age and I am a drawer of pictures. I hesitate to
call myself an artist but if you want to pin that label on me I will not object to it. I draw because I am pretty
much house bound by old age and health issues and I have nothing else to do.
Drawing helps me pass the time and I find it to be relaxing and soothing for
I was born and raised in the little town of Rotan
on the prairie of the staked plains in west central Texas. I had
good times as a boy growing up. I grew up doing all of the
things country boys
everywhere do. We walked several miles under the blazing Texas sun
to get to our favorite fishing holes. We explored the things
around us in that desert-like environment and studied nature and
the wildlife that was there. I was associated with
some fine older people and I still remember all of them. I was
never a real cowboy type myself but I was surrounded by those
kind of people. I listened to their stories and admired them. Much of
my art work is based on the things I remember from back then and
the stories I remember. I hope
my artwork will make you think back to the simpler times.
There were few
Indians around by the time I was born. By that time, it seems we had
either killed the Indians or chased them off. I have been interested in
Indians all of my life. That
part of Texas was Comanche country up until the 1880's, when our
government succeeded in moving them off to live on a
reservation in the Indian Territory (Oklahoma). I never met
anyone who claimed Comanche blood. As a boy, I explored
their old campsites and all of the things they left behind on
scenery in the Comancheria
Country boy fishing - catfish for supper?
Mr. Taggart's snow cone stand
In the old days, this part of Texas was in the
Comancheria. It was populated and strictly controlled by the Comanche Indians. White settlers occasionally
passed through during the middle 1800's - under the
watchful eyes of the Comanches. It was a hostile and
forbidding environment for the whites and few of them ever thought of staying there.
That is the way the Comanches wanted it. Keep on moving!
Double Mountains. Sacred ground
for the Comanches in earlier times. Not real mountains, these two flat
topped mesas can be seen for many miles around.
White settlers paid
the Comanche's with horses for the right to cross through the
Comancheria as they traveled on west. The Comanche Chiefs owned huge
herds of horses and always wanted more. The Comanches kept the white
travellers under constant surveillance while they were in their
White settlers finally started coming in to stay after the Civil
War ended, when a couple of large cattle ranches were established. The hubs for these
ranches later became the first villages. Settlement
escalated in the middle 1880's, when the railroads came through and land was
opened up for homesteading. People were moving
west, many of them coming from the poverty stricken states in Old Dixie. They wanted to get away from the spoils of war and all of the gloom
and sorrow that was left behind there. "Gone to Texas" was a common motto in
Navy sailor in 1918
My family settled there in the
early 1940's. During the days of the Great Depression, my father was part of
a work crew that built a highway through there. He met several people and
liked it there. He decided to move his family there.
When I turned 18, I decided it was time for me to leave there. I
joined the U.S. Navy in June of 1964. The Navy would be my life for twenty
retired from the U.S. Navy in September of 1987, as a Senior Chief Petty
a civilian, I worked for several government contractors serving the U.S.
Navy, U.S. Coast Guard and U.S. Maritime Services until October of 2004, when
I retired because of disability.
When I was a youngster, I drew
all of the time. I pretty much gave it up when I joined the Navy. I was very
talented and I wish I had done something with it. It was not to be. I did not
start drawing again until December of 2016, when I was advised to find a
hobby by a doctor in Indiana. Everything you will see
posted here was drawn after that.
I am setting up this web site to provide a space for showcasing some of my
pencil art. I draw about many different things. I have trouble drawing some things
but I keep practicing with it. As the old sayings go - PRACTICE MAKES PERFECT
and IT IS NEVER TOO LATE TO TEACH AN OLD DOG NEW TRICKS.
I typically create
between 2 and 5 new drawings every day so I stay busy with it. What you see
displayed here is only a small sampling of my work.
The journey through time takes a
toll on all of us.
You will notice that most of my
artwork is in black and white, with various gray shading.
That is because I am afflicted with Age Related Macular Degeneration, which
degrades my color perception. The state of Indiana has classified me as BLIND
and I am not eligible to apply for a driver's license there. So - I hope you enjoy
looking at the work of a blind illustrator.
Dalton Ray Phillips - 1987
Dalton Ray Phillips - 2015
I hope you enjoy looking at my work.
You might want to visit my other website.
Feel free to contact me. Your questions and comments are always welcome.
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