Michigan-Peninsula
Haunted, two walled castle ruins
and dark islands with unreachable, mystic butts sing to the moors that I am
Clan Morrison. The life force of the bristles of a horse and the magic of the
orient’s graphite whisper that I am an artist. My dear mother was from Michigan
and she taught me how to draw ad because she is gone, I draw. I grew up with stories
of this magical place called Michigan. It was a place where there was always
snow with the exception of ling at the beach and going sand surfing and every
one spoke in Dutch except for her grandmother who was learning English. My grandfather
was one of the people to get president Ford in Senate. I was born Texan and it
seemed impossible. As Tennessee has Occitans, (French-Italians) Hawaii has
Japanese, Minnesota has Norwegians, and New York has Jews; Michigan has Dutch.
Michigan also has “Motown.” Ford (cars) and Chevrolet are what make Michigan
something other than farming. Detroit is makes a conservative state lean left.
The Upper Peninsula was a copper mining region.
I used to call my house in Indiana Fort Morrison America.

The name of
this piece is Tree_barn, is 12” x 18”
and drawn with ink September 2014. I was standing in someone’s front yard as
the gravel road was turning back into asphalt on a back road in Indiana across
the street from a corn field that almost ready to pick And some remnants of
forest The barn was dress in a sign collection If you are interested in buying
this or any other of my work email me at MatthewMorrison76@yahoo.com to order.
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