Hunting of Old – Lonely Journey Backward

Hunting of Old – Lonely Journey Backward

Tony Kinton details the ups and downs, reliefs and frustrations and the total fulfilment of experience that comes with the hunting of old. Obstinacy is considered poor taste. But fracturing protocol and proper behavior were not my intent. Rather, I was simply curious...
Old Man and the Sea – Ted Schnack

Old Man and the Sea – Ted Schnack

Ted Schnack discusses his sculpture inspired by Hemingway’s Old Man and the Sea Literary Immortality. Countless writers and artists have graced the centuries, yet few and rare are those who create works so powerful they are considered true classic.  True...
A Covey of Wild Memories

A Covey of Wild Memories

For a “sporting artist” could there be a name more fitting than Bob White?  I will answer the question for you. Obviously, the correct response is: “No, there could not.” It isn’t as if this modern fine art painter and illustrator who lives near the St. Croix River in...
Bird Hunting in NILO Land

Bird Hunting in NILO Land

John M. Taylor talks bird hunting in the quiet little town, and best kept secret, of Shawntee, Illinois. This is NILO Land. Think of Illinois and Chicago comes to mind, but the real history of the state lies 300-odd miles to the south. At the confluence of the Wabash...
The Faces of Eve

The Faces of Eve

On a May morning, in the glad renewal that is spring, two lives collided.  One was that of a young man who knew and loved wildness, but was not wild. The other was that of a child, five weeks from newborn, who was. In the moment they met, he was so fascinated by her...
When Wildness Goes Bold

When Wildness Goes Bold

In any great wildlife painting, viewers do not just feel the spirit of an animal, we’re making contact with the mind’s eye of a brilliant artist. Julie T. Chapman, in her acclaimed multi-media scenes and monochromatic scratchboards, demonstrates how a single image can...
Rendezvous with a King

Rendezvous with a King

The ocean was like a piece of glass as we glided past the familiar black-and-white-spiraled St. Augustine lighthouse a mile or so off to our starboard side. Heading out into the great unknown on a muggy June morning, I couldn’t help but think of my grandmother’s...