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| F. SMOKEY PRATT |
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Dropped on his head at a very young age
Smokey Pratt began to see the world as few people do but, soon he was fitted
with eye-glasses and the blurriness went away. Pratt began playing clarinet at
the age of 7 years and that same year spilled a bottle of black ink on the white
family dog, beginning a life long addiction to music and art and so far, life.
IN HIS OWN WORDS
My art belongs in a
work-in-progress comic book. Towns are made of buildings that never quite come
together, inhabited by cow-type residents, stick people and muffler repair
shops.I don't mix the colors as much as misinterpret common art rules. When
people ask why I draw cows, I usually don't answer. Most conclude that is
a fad thing or possibly a severe childhood trauma. I say it now, "the black and
white variations of the coat of the Holstein bovine balances with the ever
zisting harmonics of the universe, and if you see a black and white cow in the
morning there is better than a 50% chance you will have a good day.
When someone buys one of my paintings or sculptures I like to
think the buyer has stepped into the beginning of a great mystery.Dolphins and
cows have been rivals for 40 years now in the painting world. Cats hate dogs
because they get more portrait work.In my Grandfather's country they called
vodka Potaterade: he was from America.
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