Yesterday was my grandfather’s birthday. At dinner, he spoke to me about tornadoes. I have always associated Krumm with tornadoes, a subconscious influence by the Wizard of Oz. He is kin with both the tornado and the Wicked Witch of the West. I possess prenatal nostalgia for my grandparents, who remind me of antiquated Texas: trains, farmhouses, wagons, cowboys, pastures, tornadoes, and dust. Krumm is a shadow of Texas classicism and the Wizard of Oz plays right into that hand. I recall seeing it in a dark, red-carpeted theatre when I was very, very young. The tornado and the witch, like Dracula, Batman, and The Shadow were imprinted in my mind and over the years, brewed into my character. I painted this last night as I slipped into a dusky depression.
Happy birthday Bebaw Bill. This is for you:
Orval Krumm © Benjamin Walton 2016