Timothy J. Pruitt's Blog, page 379

Acrylic Bat Masterson

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This was a quick acrylic in primitive style of my favorite western hero, “Bat Masterson”.  Anyone remember the song? “He had a cane, and a derby hat, they called him Bat, Bat Masterson.”

iPainting Crossing The Bridge

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We hope you enjoy our iPainting “Crossing The Bridge”.

Eddington Glass Coffee And A Ton Of Bricks

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Until Otecko got finished talking, I had been tempted to dig it up, and hand it to Rastilav, as horrible as that sounds. Of course I wouldn’t, but also, I couldn’t if my cousin had buried it in the sands where he was stationed. The last thing I expected, was to hear Michael’s voice behind me.

“Isn’t anyone going to welcome me home?” We both almost dropped what we were holding, Otecko’s poster, and my coffee. After a few minutes, and several hugs he explained.

“I was saving it as a surprise, but my tour is up a little early, for two reasons. One is my new job. As a matter of fact Otecko, you know my boss, his name is Sam Madison.”

Otecko laughed. “Kúzelník Sam!” Its Slovakian for magician, which Sam Madison might as well be. Michael had always wanted to work in intelligence after the military, now Sam had probably sped it along.

We caught Michael up to speed on everything, most of which, Sam had already told him. Two things dawned on us near the end of the night, both of which I asked him about. “Did you leave the treasure over there? Also, what was the second thing that brought you home?”

He smiled, and pulled something out of his duffle bag. It was the black glass and ceramic sculpture of a pouring coffee mug, he had made for me, From Stefaniak’s. “It was never over there cousin. I said it was buried in the sand, and glass is made of sand.”

“I hid them in the base of this black glass that I shaped for the pouring coffee. It’s been here the whole time. That’s the answer to your first question, it’s the easy one. The second one, you’re not going to completely like. I’m getting married to a wonderful girl named Jana .”

He had the same look he had when his pal Joey Coogan busted my dinosaur when we were kids. I tried to pass it off by making the joke. “She’s not Joey Coogan’s sister is she?” 

His weak grin didn’t reassure me. His words hit me like a ton of bricks. “Not unless he changed his last name to Rastilav.”

iPainting President Chester A Arthur

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This is the latest in our Presidents Series, “President Chester A Arthur”.

Photography Turkey In Flight

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I don’t think of myself as a photographer, but I’m proud of this picture taken the other day of a Turkey In Flight.

iPainting Radio City

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I wasn’t happy with this gouache painting, so I reworked it digitally, and I hope you enjoy this iPainting of “Radio City”.

Sketch Pops Soda Shop

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We hope you enjoy this sketch of “Pops Soda Shop”.

Eddington Turkish Coffee, Big Punch, and a Dead Giant

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It seemed everything we had tried, that we thought would work, hadn’t. Otecko seemed unfazed, and that I didn’t understand at all. I was beginning to wonder why we were doing this, until he brought me to a museum.

He took me passed the exhibits, to the little gift shop. “Is my package ready?” They handed him a poster, and we went home. He unveiled it with the artistry of a showman. It was a picture of a young man, holding a severed head.

“Tomás, I give you Caravaggio’s David and Goliath. Everyone expected him to lose too. The armor was too bulky, the shepherd was too small, and the giant too big. Yet, at the end, David stood, and Goliath lost his head. It will be the same for us.”

I smiled, then laughed. “Come on Otecko, I’ll buy you a coffee.” “What kind Tomás?” He asked, seeing the gleam in my eye. “A small Turkish coffee, it packs a big punch.”

They Saw Jesus

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John 21:2

There were together Simon Peter, and Thomas called Didymus, and Nathanael of Cana in Galilee, and the sons of Zebedee, and two other of his disciples.

Have you ever noticed, the last two aren’t mentioned by name.  I don’t think they noticed either, because it didn’t matter. What mattered was, they were there, and they saw Jesus!

Andrew, if it were Andrew, didn’t care, either then, or when his brother delivered the message at Pentecost.  What mattered, was He had been with Jesus,  and now was filled with His Spirit.  Never worry about being noticed in the Church, only be encouraged that you are in the Church!

Sketch Statue Of Washington

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