Worrell News
12/6/2011
UPDATE:
Got home about dark yesterday.
Surrounded by a glowing halo of Light from friends.
... New book forthcoming by Marti, Shawn, Rebecca, Ginger, Dusty, and several others: HOW TO SURVIVE BILATERAL KNEE SURGURY. More stories than fire ants in South Texas.
I am doing okay. Injured ulna nerve so I cannot type well.
Couldn’t keep from crying when I got home.
I thank EACH AND EVERY ONE OF YOU for your prayers and support and I look forward to seeing you soon.
Rehab is painful. Drugs knock me out. Much to report. Cannot type it all out now.
Worrell Gallery in Santa Fe is WONDERFUL. Jay Boy ad Mary Adams now own it.
LET THERE BE LOVE!!!
UPDATE:
Got home about dark yesterday.
Surrounded by a glowing halo of Light from friends.
... New book forthcoming by Marti, Shawn, Rebecca, Ginger, Dusty, and several others: HOW TO SURVIVE BILATERAL KNEE SURGURY. More stories than fire ants in South Texas.
I am doing okay. Injured ulna nerve so I cannot type well.
Couldn’t keep from crying when I got home.
I thank EACH AND EVERY ONE OF YOU for your prayers and support and I look forward to seeing you soon.
Rehab is painful. Drugs knock me out. Much to report. Cannot type it all out now.
Worrell Gallery in Santa Fe is WONDERFUL. Jay Boy ad Mary Adams now own it.
LET THERE BE LOVE!!!
12/5/2011
There is no way to express my deep feelings of gratitude to a legion of friends, relatives, and to the medical personnel of Seton Hospital near 35th & Lamar here in the Capitol City.
I have been confined to a small bed, a small room, and a very different living style since November 22nd.
There are buckets of tears by my bed overflowing. Every time I try to express my gratitude to you I choke up... with emotions I cannot describe.
Sometime later today I will go outside for the first time in two weeks. I will go home to New Art and see friend and family there that I have not seen in a fortnight.
I will See Ellie May Lucille!
Had it not been for these people I would have died.
I just could not have made it without all of you.
There is more painful rehab to go but I will get through it.
Dr. Shelby Carter put two new knees and some titanium rods in my legs and I am probably back to my old six-foot height again.
Thank you! Thank you! Thank all of you!
Bill Worrell
Austin, Texas – December 5, 2011, 1:14 a. m.
There is no way to express my deep feelings of gratitude to a legion of friends, relatives, and to the medical personnel of Seton Hospital near 35th & Lamar here in the Capitol City.
I have been confined to a small bed, a small room, and a very different living style since November 22nd.
There are buckets of tears by my bed overflowing. Every time I try to express my gratitude to you I choke up... with emotions I cannot describe.
Sometime later today I will go outside for the first time in two weeks. I will go home to New Art and see friend and family there that I have not seen in a fortnight.
I will See Ellie May Lucille!
Had it not been for these people I would have died.
I just could not have made it without all of you.
There is more painful rehab to go but I will get through it.
Dr. Shelby Carter put two new knees and some titanium rods in my legs and I am probably back to my old six-foot height again.
Thank you! Thank you! Thank all of you!
Bill Worrell
Austin, Texas – December 5, 2011, 1:14 a. m.
9/11/2011
Ten years ago this morning this glass and steel stood proudly above New York City.
New York Fireman David Raynor made this cross from the wreckage of the World Trade Center and gifted it to me. It is my most prized piece of art. It is on my studio wall at New Art and is a daily reminder of how suddenly and unexpectedly evil human beings can inflict tragedy and suffering upon masses of innocent people. It is also a reminder of the heroism of many Americans!
I told David that if he would make some more of these crosses I could have our galleries sell them and give 100% of the proceeds to the New York City Fire Department. His reply was that "No matter how worthy a cause, I would never see one dime made from the loss of my friends in New York. There are only two of these in existence. I have one and you have one."
That, my friends, is integrity!
God Bless David Raynor and God Bless America.
You are free to share this image.
Worrell
NEWS FROM WORRELL
09/08/11
There have been devastating fires in Texas. The Bastrop State Park, that beautiful Lost Pines Forest, is almost completely destroyed. The bronze-casting foundry that we and many other artists use is on the edge of the fire. Fortunately the foundry is safe at this time, although it had to close for a while due to the fires.
Anyone wishing to help the people who lost homes (Over 1500 burned) can go to Facebook and search for Deep in the Heart Art Foundry.
Information will appear as to how to donate and aid.
Donations may be sent to:
First National Bank
P.O. Drawer F
Bastrop, Texas 78602
Account: Deep in the Heart Art Foundry Employees Fire Victims Fund
Attn: Misha
Here at my Texas studio it seems it has not rained since the Pleistocene. It has cooled a bit – down to 48 a few mornings ago – but it is still very dry. The Llano River still flows but it is very low.
If anyone needs a few skunks come get them. I have not seen them this bad. One got into my room a few nights ago. Fortunately it did not discharge its load.
My annual show in Sedona is coming up. It is at the wonderful EXPOSURES GALLERY INTERNATIONAL on September 30 and October 1. It is always a fun time at a fun gallery with a wonderful staff. Google Exposures Sedona AZ for information.
Ellie May Lucille is her wonderful self and she says hello to all of you. She is still working on her book, The Nose as a Basic Tool. She was very glad to get back to New Art after a 2.5 week stay in Santa Fe.
I am scheduled to have both knees replaced on November 22. I will be in rehab for several days, thus the 20th annual New Art Christmas Party will not happen on the first Saturday of December this year.
B. J. and I wish the best to all of you.
CarpeEVERY Diem!
Bill Worrell
09/08/11
There have been devastating fires in Texas. The Bastrop State Park, that beautiful Lost Pines Forest, is almost completely destroyed. The bronze-casting foundry that we and many other artists use is on the edge of the fire. Fortunately the foundry is safe at this time, although it had to close for a while due to the fires.
Anyone wishing to help the people who lost homes (Over 1500 burned) can go to Facebook and search for Deep in the Heart Art Foundry.
Information will appear as to how to donate and aid.
Donations may be sent to:
First National Bank
P.O. Drawer F
Bastrop, Texas 78602
Account: Deep in the Heart Art Foundry Employees Fire Victims Fund
Attn: Misha
Here at my Texas studio it seems it has not rained since the Pleistocene. It has cooled a bit – down to 48 a few mornings ago – but it is still very dry. The Llano River still flows but it is very low.
If anyone needs a few skunks come get them. I have not seen them this bad. One got into my room a few nights ago. Fortunately it did not discharge its load.
My annual show in Sedona is coming up. It is at the wonderful EXPOSURES GALLERY INTERNATIONAL on September 30 and October 1. It is always a fun time at a fun gallery with a wonderful staff. Google Exposures Sedona AZ for information.
Ellie May Lucille is her wonderful self and she says hello to all of you. She is still working on her book, The Nose as a Basic Tool. She was very glad to get back to New Art after a 2.5 week stay in Santa Fe.
I am scheduled to have both knees replaced on November 22. I will be in rehab for several days, thus the 20th annual New Art Christmas Party will not happen on the first Saturday of December this year.
B. J. and I wish the best to all of you.
CarpeEVERY Diem!
Bill Worrell
July 2011
HOT
You could fry an egg on the hood of your car
Boil your coffee in a Mason fruit jar
The county road is hot black melted tar
You could bake a potato out in your back yard
The chickens are laying hard boiled eggs
Down by the pond there’s fried frog legs
Brisket on the cows is cooked and ready to eat
The Devil turned his AC down to a thousand and three
Don’t tell me it’s hot
You will ruin my day
It’s a hundred and twenty
In the cool of the shade
Don’t say how much hotter
It is going to get
Don’t tell me that summer
Ain’t half over yet
The dogs are a panting their tongues are hanging out
They’re digging in the dirt trying to cool themselves down
Buzzards circling around hoping something will die
Hotter than Hell in the middle of July
Every varmint’s holed up waiting for the night
When it’s cool to find something to just get by
Aint rained for ninety days and no rain is in sight
Everything is drying up there’s not a cloud in the sky
Some say it’s people sinning
That makes it this way
Some say that God is angry
At the whole human race
Some say the world will end
It’s gonna be the judgment day
But I know it’s gonna rain
I know I’m gonna have to wait
Yea I know it’s gonna rain
Gonna rain again someday
Worrell, 07/12/11 – 7:18 p. m., New Art, Texas. Drier than a bone here!
HOT
You could fry an egg on the hood of your car
Boil your coffee in a Mason fruit jar
The county road is hot black melted tar
You could bake a potato out in your back yard
The chickens are laying hard boiled eggs
Down by the pond there’s fried frog legs
Brisket on the cows is cooked and ready to eat
The Devil turned his AC down to a thousand and three
Don’t tell me it’s hot
You will ruin my day
It’s a hundred and twenty
In the cool of the shade
Don’t say how much hotter
It is going to get
Don’t tell me that summer
Ain’t half over yet
The dogs are a panting their tongues are hanging out
They’re digging in the dirt trying to cool themselves down
Buzzards circling around hoping something will die
Hotter than Hell in the middle of July
Every varmint’s holed up waiting for the night
When it’s cool to find something to just get by
Aint rained for ninety days and no rain is in sight
Everything is drying up there’s not a cloud in the sky
Some say it’s people sinning
That makes it this way
Some say that God is angry
At the whole human race
Some say the world will end
It’s gonna be the judgment day
But I know it’s gonna rain
I know I’m gonna have to wait
Yea I know it’s gonna rain
Gonna rain again someday
Worrell, 07/12/11 – 7:18 p. m., New Art, Texas. Drier than a bone here!
June 2011
My sister, B. J. and I invite you to my 22nd annual one-man show in Santa Fe, New Mexico. This will be on the magical northeast corner of the plaza, at the Frank Howell Gallery. This year’s show is dedicated to the memory of Larry Gomes, who owned the gallery from 1997 until his passing last year.
The reception is Friday, July 22 from 5:00 until 7:00 p. m.
We have named this year’s show A PERFECT DAY. There will be new bronzes, new jewelry, and new paintings. Click here for images of some of the new work.
My sister, B. J. and I invite you to my 22nd annual one-man show in Santa Fe, New Mexico. This will be on the magical northeast corner of the plaza, at the Frank Howell Gallery. This year’s show is dedicated to the memory of Larry Gomes, who owned the gallery from 1997 until his passing last year.
The reception is Friday, July 22 from 5:00 until 7:00 p. m.
We have named this year’s show A PERFECT DAY. There will be new bronzes, new jewelry, and new paintings. Click here for images of some of the new work.
NEW JEWELRY by my niece, Debra Worrell Hernandez
www.dhoriginals.com
www.dhoriginals.com
The Frank Howell Gallery also carries the art glass work of my niece, Debra Hernandez. There is work by other artists, including James Busby and Bob Titley. Busby is the former chairman of Houston Baptist University’s art department and has been a very successful artist for decades. Bob Titley is a music manager who resides in Nashville. He has managed Brooks & Dunn, Clay Walker, Kathy Mattea, Terri Gibbs, and others. Titley gives all profits from the sales of his artwork to impoverished American Indians.
One can Google Santa Fe Plaza Cam and see various Santa Fe scenes around that historic spot, including the Frank Howell Gallery and several of my bronze sculptures in front.
One can Google Santa Fe Plaza Cam and see various Santa Fe scenes around that historic spot, including the Frank Howell Gallery and several of my bronze sculptures in front.
OTHER SHOWS
Indian Market reception. August 21st at the Frank Howell Gallery, Santa Fe, New Mexico.
September 30 – October 1 - EXPOSURES GALLERY, Sedona, Arizona. This is a fabulous gallery with beautiful people. Come join us. Google Exposures Gallery Sedona AZ and view the magnificence.
Indian Market reception. August 21st at the Frank Howell Gallery, Santa Fe, New Mexico.
September 30 – October 1 - EXPOSURES GALLERY, Sedona, Arizona. This is a fabulous gallery with beautiful people. Come join us. Google Exposures Gallery Sedona AZ and view the magnificence.
OTHER NEWS
Ellie May Lucille Worrell is doing just wonderfully well. We play stick almost every day and she swims and we play Air Dog. Minnow chasing is absolutely one of her most favorite of all things. I have not seen her catch one yet, but she will chase them tirelessly. It is a joy to watch her stalk them. As some know, Ellie and I have written a book that we named CONVERSATIONS WITH ELLIE. It is a children’s book for adults, and it deals with art, politics, religion, spirituality, education, and some other things. We are seeking a publisher for this work and also for PLACES OF MYSTERY, POWER, & ENERGY. Any leads on a publisher are welcomed.
Both Milagra and Katrina are fine. They meow almost every time I go outside, wanting to be fed – mo matter that I might have just fed them.
It has been dry, dry, dry here at New Art. Clouds have promised rain, but of course, that is much like a politician promising great things for all citizens. Sometimes the politicians come through. Sometimes it does rain. We just had about three inches! It is a miracle how rapidly things can green up. It is also distressing at how fast they can dry up.
With the help of many friends we converted the old donkey/horse barn (named AWAYINA) into a pottery studio. We have electric kilns, a gas kiln, a clay mixer, several wheels and various accouterments of pleasure within. We do raku and stoneware firings. There is something about working with clay that is so enjoyable.
No, I have not had knee surgery yet. I had an appointment with an orthopedic surgeon in San Antonio about a month ago. What a fiasco! I drove 110 miles there and 110 back. After a very extended wait in the waiting room, during which time someone was frequently passing gas, I left without seeing him. It is a long and grimly humorous account. I have an appointment with a physician in Austin on June 22. I am expecting better results without the olfactory experiences. I appreciate the concern of friends and acquaintances in the matter of my obtaining new knees. Thank you!
David Brunner of the University of Central Florida.After some time it looks as if Boozy & Hawks will publish the song, IF I COULD FLY, with an arrangement by Dr. Dr. Brunner and I have collaborated on several songs published by Boozy & Hawks and that he arranged for children’s choirs. Such have been performed at Carnegie Hall, Vancouver, Atlanta, and other places.
Peggy Abbey, manager of the famous and legendary Luchenbach, Texas recently brought a guest to New Art. I did not know him and did not recognize his name. He is a musician and was playing a gig the following evening at Hondo’s in Fredericksburg, Texas. We swapped a couple of songs before I learned that he has nine cuts by Garth Brooks and three of them went to number one. He is Bryan Kennedy.
Check him out at www.bryanswebsite.com
We just hosted a River Concert here at New Art for Walt & Tina Wilkins. It was wonderful. We raised a bit of $$$ to send to Joplin, MO to assist the victims of the tornado.
Renowned photographer Wyman Meinzer recently brought his class out to the Llano River at New Art. He has been doing this for some twelve years, and it is always a joy to witness his skills as a teacher and to be around the enthusiasm of his Texas Tech students. The visit of this group this year brought to me a profound impact. One of the students, a young lady named Taryn Clemmons came into my studio and asked me if by chance I had known her grandfather, Dick Cheatham. Tears swelled in my eyes. If Dick Cheatham was not the most influential art teacher I have had, he was certainly among the top. Cheatham was an instructor at Texas Tech. Unlike some professors he would personally engage with students. One day he was substituting for my watercolor teacher, a man who usually missed half his classes as he visited San Angelo State University to help it form an art department. Perhaps this was a noble task, but the cost of it was to deprive his students of his skills and knowledge regarding watercolors. Ah! But things do work out for the good. Dick Cheatham substituted one morning. The two-hour class ended at noon. I went up to him and stated something like this: “There is something I am just not getting about watercolors. I do not know what it is, but something is missing in what I am attempting to do.”
“Come over here,” he said, and he took his colors and some paper and for twenty or thirty minutes gave me personal demonstrations. This changed my life! My watercolors blossomed. People responded to them and purchased them. I was ecstatic. This also led to the ban of anathema for me with the Texas Tech art department, for executing realistic or naturalistic paintings was taboo! Ah! That worked out very well also – and that is yet another long story. The difference one person can make in someone’s life is amazing.
MY GARDEN! It is growing! I love it! It shows that not all war is violent. Anyone who has ever had encroaching vine weed (wild morning glories), Johnson grass, grass burrs, mare’s tail, and snakeweed will know what I mean. Crabgrass? I know God had a reason, but as is with flies, gnats, mosquitoes, and chiggers, only He knows.
By the way, I do not engage in Linkedin, Twitter, and various other electronic Internet social networks. I am (very moderately) on Facebook. Personal email works pretty well for me, except for the fact that my server is slower than a creeping glacier and there is not a faster one available. I do not use a “smart phone,” either, and I am generally distressed at both the lack of common courtesy and the loss of privacy these devises have inflicted upon our society. If you do not have my email address and desire to contact me, send an email to my niece, Debra Hernandez (her address is on billworrell.com) and she will forward it to me.
There are lots of stories! Later.
Love, Peace, Joy, Freedom, Healing, & LIGHT to all of you. Enjoy this PERFECT DAY.
Bill Worrell
New Art, Texas
05/11/11 – 10:24 a. m.
Ellie May Lucille Worrell is doing just wonderfully well. We play stick almost every day and she swims and we play Air Dog. Minnow chasing is absolutely one of her most favorite of all things. I have not seen her catch one yet, but she will chase them tirelessly. It is a joy to watch her stalk them. As some know, Ellie and I have written a book that we named CONVERSATIONS WITH ELLIE. It is a children’s book for adults, and it deals with art, politics, religion, spirituality, education, and some other things. We are seeking a publisher for this work and also for PLACES OF MYSTERY, POWER, & ENERGY. Any leads on a publisher are welcomed.
Both Milagra and Katrina are fine. They meow almost every time I go outside, wanting to be fed – mo matter that I might have just fed them.
It has been dry, dry, dry here at New Art. Clouds have promised rain, but of course, that is much like a politician promising great things for all citizens. Sometimes the politicians come through. Sometimes it does rain. We just had about three inches! It is a miracle how rapidly things can green up. It is also distressing at how fast they can dry up.
With the help of many friends we converted the old donkey/horse barn (named AWAYINA) into a pottery studio. We have electric kilns, a gas kiln, a clay mixer, several wheels and various accouterments of pleasure within. We do raku and stoneware firings. There is something about working with clay that is so enjoyable.
No, I have not had knee surgery yet. I had an appointment with an orthopedic surgeon in San Antonio about a month ago. What a fiasco! I drove 110 miles there and 110 back. After a very extended wait in the waiting room, during which time someone was frequently passing gas, I left without seeing him. It is a long and grimly humorous account. I have an appointment with a physician in Austin on June 22. I am expecting better results without the olfactory experiences. I appreciate the concern of friends and acquaintances in the matter of my obtaining new knees. Thank you!
David Brunner of the University of Central Florida.After some time it looks as if Boozy & Hawks will publish the song, IF I COULD FLY, with an arrangement by Dr. Dr. Brunner and I have collaborated on several songs published by Boozy & Hawks and that he arranged for children’s choirs. Such have been performed at Carnegie Hall, Vancouver, Atlanta, and other places.
Peggy Abbey, manager of the famous and legendary Luchenbach, Texas recently brought a guest to New Art. I did not know him and did not recognize his name. He is a musician and was playing a gig the following evening at Hondo’s in Fredericksburg, Texas. We swapped a couple of songs before I learned that he has nine cuts by Garth Brooks and three of them went to number one. He is Bryan Kennedy.
Check him out at www.bryanswebsite.com
We just hosted a River Concert here at New Art for Walt & Tina Wilkins. It was wonderful. We raised a bit of $$$ to send to Joplin, MO to assist the victims of the tornado.
Renowned photographer Wyman Meinzer recently brought his class out to the Llano River at New Art. He has been doing this for some twelve years, and it is always a joy to witness his skills as a teacher and to be around the enthusiasm of his Texas Tech students. The visit of this group this year brought to me a profound impact. One of the students, a young lady named Taryn Clemmons came into my studio and asked me if by chance I had known her grandfather, Dick Cheatham. Tears swelled in my eyes. If Dick Cheatham was not the most influential art teacher I have had, he was certainly among the top. Cheatham was an instructor at Texas Tech. Unlike some professors he would personally engage with students. One day he was substituting for my watercolor teacher, a man who usually missed half his classes as he visited San Angelo State University to help it form an art department. Perhaps this was a noble task, but the cost of it was to deprive his students of his skills and knowledge regarding watercolors. Ah! But things do work out for the good. Dick Cheatham substituted one morning. The two-hour class ended at noon. I went up to him and stated something like this: “There is something I am just not getting about watercolors. I do not know what it is, but something is missing in what I am attempting to do.”
“Come over here,” he said, and he took his colors and some paper and for twenty or thirty minutes gave me personal demonstrations. This changed my life! My watercolors blossomed. People responded to them and purchased them. I was ecstatic. This also led to the ban of anathema for me with the Texas Tech art department, for executing realistic or naturalistic paintings was taboo! Ah! That worked out very well also – and that is yet another long story. The difference one person can make in someone’s life is amazing.
MY GARDEN! It is growing! I love it! It shows that not all war is violent. Anyone who has ever had encroaching vine weed (wild morning glories), Johnson grass, grass burrs, mare’s tail, and snakeweed will know what I mean. Crabgrass? I know God had a reason, but as is with flies, gnats, mosquitoes, and chiggers, only He knows.
By the way, I do not engage in Linkedin, Twitter, and various other electronic Internet social networks. I am (very moderately) on Facebook. Personal email works pretty well for me, except for the fact that my server is slower than a creeping glacier and there is not a faster one available. I do not use a “smart phone,” either, and I am generally distressed at both the lack of common courtesy and the loss of privacy these devises have inflicted upon our society. If you do not have my email address and desire to contact me, send an email to my niece, Debra Hernandez (her address is on billworrell.com) and she will forward it to me.
There are lots of stories! Later.
Love, Peace, Joy, Freedom, Healing, & LIGHT to all of you. Enjoy this PERFECT DAY.
Bill Worrell
New Art, Texas
05/11/11 – 10:24 a. m.