Oil on Panel
SOLD Collection of Jeffery McCabe
Port Huron, MI – USA
About This Painting
In very few professions these days, the hat still makes the man.
I live in California, where the only people that wear hats as part of their job, anymore, are cowboys, baseball players and workers in hard-hat areas.
I sometimes wish I lived in the '30s and '40s when even California men wore hats to work, to dinner parties, to town – on a date.
I always fancied myself a hat-person. I got myself a little English-style brimmed cap when I was thirteen. It didn't fit well, though. I have a deep head, front to back... even size XL will give me a headache. I like to think that God gave me extra thinkin' room, for coming up with more ideas, pictures and words.
I console myself with that thought when I walk out of hat stores with nothing on my head.
It's funny, too, because you really can't fake it. People can tell if you're a real cowboy by the look of your hat. And there are such a variety of cowboy hats out there, too. People like to keep them neat and clean, others like to crumple them up and make them look well-worn, some like straw, others leather, others felt.
It's a distinctive American thing, too, the cowboy hat. And getting a good fit is what it's about.
My oldest son, Drew, modeled for this painting. You'll see more of him the near future. ◙
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4 comments:
I'm love your oil paintings!
Wow, great portrait!
Heya
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