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Showing posts with label uncle Mike. Terrence Miller Clark. Show all posts
Showing posts with label uncle Mike. Terrence Miller Clark. Show all posts

Monday, October 24, 2011

Home is the sailor, home from the sea

Rest in Peace, Sailor

Michael Henry Clark
Sept. 4, 1922
Comanche, Oklahoma
Oct. 24, 2011
Walsenburg, Colorado


The last of the five Clark boys--Terrence Miller, Lewis Watts, Rex Thweatt, Mike, Champ

Stories and photos to come soon of this world traveler and my favorite, most influential uncle. I talked to him this afternoon. He died as he was going to bed tonight, after watching the World Series.

Mike with Susan and I at La Fonda in Santa Fe
Seven years ago, he was our best man at our wedding in Santa Fe. He will be buried in the National Cemetery at Santa Fe, N.M., across the road from his longtime apartment that he moved out of 50 weeks ago. Now he'll hear taps again every night, and the bells of St. Francis cathedral.

"Home is the sailor, home from the sea"

I miss you already, Uncle Mike

--Terry Michael Clark

Saturday, January 15, 2011

Art collection

I don't collect much art from others, primarily because I can't afford it. Also, when you grow up in the home of an artist, you get very picky about what you consider valuable.

But in recent years, I've bought just a few pieces--a watercolor from an Indian on the portales at the Palace of the Governors in Santa Fe, a small oil at Paseo, and most notably, this sculpture, out of red cedar, of a red tailed hawk by Indian artist Earl Eder at the palace of the Governors. It is remarkable, 13 inches tall, with real turquoise embedded in its breast and on the tail, using the grain of the wood, with significant Indian icons and colors in he base, It stands on a black pedestal in our entryway. I paid $240 for this several years ago visiting my uncle Mike and bought it because it called to me, and Susan and I have a thing about hawks. This past summer I saw more of his work, and the  prices n similar work were already about $500. By the way, Eder, known more for his painting, was once a student of Mike's when Mike taught at the Indian Arts Institute in Santa Fe 30 and more years ago!

I never go to Santa Fe without walking respectfully down the portales at the 400 year old Palace of the Governors, looking at the jewelry and art--where Susan and I bought our wedding rings. then I go to La Fonda and site in the leather chairs in the lobby, where my Dad, Terrence Miller Clark,  sat, with his sketchbook, drawing board and one leg, back in the Depression.