Scotty's Girl, oils, 8" x 5"

            It was a long time ago, but I think of him from time to time.  Scotty was a casual friend whose company I enjoyed in 1995.   He was short and stocky in the way of my favorite body type.  He was cute and thought-full.  We talked philosophy in layperson’s terms, trying for agreement on definitions so that we could sort through the ideas.  When I got to know him better I learned that he was burdened with moderate Obsessive-Compulsive Disorder.  The need to lock and re-lock his door when leaving or returning home was just one of the troubles that he managed.

 

            I liked that he liked my artwork.  Once when I showed Scotty some of my postcard-sized oil paintings, I pulled one back and said, “Oh, this one did not quite turn out, I’ll toss it.”  He quickly said, “No, give it to me.”  So I framed it and named it for him.  It was the one posted above, the female martial artist in a green gown, working with a staff.  It represents the challenges of being two things at once:  feminine and martial to protect oneself.  In Scotty’s case, I think of him as an intelligent man challenged to maintain his dignity while beset by fears and compulsions.

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