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A fine, beautiful woman I once knew gave me a necklace with a dime hanging from it that had a hole right through the center. She had shot the hole through the dime from 30 feet away with a .22 caliber pistol she had made herself! I fell in love with her immediately!
Tal Walton's brilliantly luminous paintings are structured with a logical and even spiritual geometry which he believes composes our universe. Through the three vertical segments typical in the organization of his works, Walton challenges the viewer to see their past, present and future lives. Recognizing that each individual brings their own experience into the interpretation of art, Walton embraces the collective and universal qualities of landscape that speak to us all. In seeking to evoke the impression of landscape, rather than a specific place, Walton looks to Platonic concepts which note that the various realms of reality all stem from one ideal form. Working in a complex process involving materials like gold leaf, ground marble, resin, oils and sometimes more than twenty glazes, Walton's paintings are both reverent and ethereal.
"I hope that when people look at my work, what they see calms them and illustrates the beauty that is all around us. Society has become very complicated. Peace lies in simplicity." - Tal Walton
I sleep with thee, and wake with thee,
And yet thou art not there;
I fill my arms with thoughts of thee,
And press the common air.
Thy eyes are gazing upon mine
When thou art out of sight;
My lips are always touching thine
At morning, noon, and night.
I think and speak of other things
To keep my mind at rest,
But still to thee my memory clings
Like love in woman's breast.
I hide it from the world's wide eye
And think and speak contrary,
But soft the wind comes from the sky
And whispers tales of Mary.
The night-wind whispers in my ear,
The moon shines on my face;
The burden still of chilling fear
I find in every place.
The breeze is whispering in the bush,
And the leaves fall from the tree,
All sighing on, and will not hush,
Some pleasant tales of thee.
"I do not define myself by how many roadblocks have appeared in my path.
I define myself by the courage I've found to forge new roads.
I do not define myself by how many disappointments I've faced.
I define myself by the forgiveness and the faith I have found to begin again.
I do not define myself by how long a relationship lasted.
I define myself by how much I have loved, and been willing to love again.
I do not define myself by how many times I have been knocked down.
I define myself by how many times I have struggled to my feet.
I am not my pain.
I am not my past.
I am that which has emerged from the fire.
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