If asked why I painted this, I couldn't really answer. Something about the expanse of the horns, the gleam in his eye, and my recent return from a camping trip out West with friends must have moved me. Maybe the muse of the Old West and all those episodes of
Rawhide as a kid got the best of me. (Rowdy was
the man.) I must have been a cowboy in another life, for I've always been attracted by the cowboy personna. I will always grieve over the termination of
Mesquite Rodeo with Donny Gay. Bullriding was the highlight of my Sunday night viewing.
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