Showing posts with label bear. Show all posts
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Wednesday, March 13, 2024

Loops and Swift Horses are Surer Than Lead, by Charles Marion Russell (1916)

 

Hello There!

First off, I wanted to thank everyone for the kind words! I am a Western Writers of America Finalist for Best Western Juvenile Fiction for my book, Tom Mix and The Wild West Christmas. This is, simply, the most exciting thing that has ever happened to me, and I am thrilled beyond words. Thanks to everyone at Western Fictioneers who sent best wishes.

This month, I wanted to look at a painting by cowboy artist Charles Marion Russell. 

We can start with the obvious: the title of this work, Loops and Swift Horses are Surer Than Lead.  In my study of Western Art over the years, I have had occasion to look at several pictures that include bears in an attitude of menace. In fact, after Native Americans, bandits and over-zealous lawmen, perhaps the bear is the most frequently represented foeman in Western Art.

However, most any of Charlie’s contemporaries would take the obvious route, and paint a picture of Western figures shooting and killing the bear.  (Or, reaching for their rifles to do so, or putting them down after they have done so.)  Not Charlie. His cowboy heroes, though obviously well-armed, rope and scare the bear away to safer climes. Always more Roy Rogers than Clint Eastwood, Charlie didn’t see the West as a vast panorama of hardship and cruelty, but, rather, a boyish paradise of freedom and fun.

This is where Charlie differs most significantly from the artist frequently associated with him, Frederic Remington (1861-1909). For Remington, the West was unending hardship, merciless desert and physical exertion, a battle for survival to be won or lost. It is Remington, of course, who created in his work the now-familiar Western trope of the bleached steer skull that can still be seen in countless depictions of the West. Make a wrong move, Remington implied, and you’ll end up the same.

If this picture is any indication, perhaps Charlie’s vision was the truer one.  Loops and Swift Horses now hangs in the Amon Carter Museum of American Art, and is based on a true-life incident. This painting came about by way of his friends, the Coburn brothers of the famous Circle C Ranch in eastern Montana, where they described the roping of a giant brown bear. Artistic license was taken when Charlie turned the bruin into a Grizzly, but the rest of the story was true right down to the landscape in the background: the scenic Coburn Buttes.

The dominant color of the picture is blue, but Charlie manages to mute or pop shades of it to represent everything from trees to sky to mountains, to foreground scrub. Yet, the color never becomes monotonous or gimmicky. 

Charlie was also the master of figures in motion.  His horses move. Many of our greatest artists have been able to depict horses of majesty, of size, of monumentality, but Charlie’s horses are seen in dramatic action, twisting or jumping with a febrile life of their own. I can think of no finer painter of American horses than Charlie Russell.
 
Finally, Charlie underscores the tumultuous action of the picture with a rainstorm in the middle-distant horizon. Like all Western landscape pictures, the view-horizon is vast, going on for miles. Thus the far-off rain storm underscores the ‘storm’ of action going on between cowboys, horses and bear. 

Speaking of movement, take a moment to look at the bear. It twists and pivots on unsteady ground … you can almost feel the weight of the animal as it is pulled and slides down the natural incline. The cowboys, too, move as if in motion, alternately pulling or swinging their lariats. And notice the cowboy on the right, looking over his right shoulder, with right leg raised as counter weight to keep in saddle.

This is a really good picture, and something mysteriously akin to the essence of Charlie – not only is his West a world of action, freedom and camaraderie, but it can be a fairly bloodless one, too. Charlie loved the animals he found out West (when visiting cities, he always went to the local zoo, where he said he felt most at home), and it’s not surprising that he would depict his heroes scaring away the threat of a grizzly, rather than killing it. 

Perhaps we should all take a page from Russell’s notebook, and produce work that preserves the best parts of ourselves (or, at least, the myth of the best part of ourselves). The more I look at Charlie’s work, the more convinced I become that we need more artists like him now.

Saturday, May 7, 2016

JAMES OLIVER CURWOOD and my FATHER by Charlie Steel

Photograph of James Oliver Curwood
James Oliver Curwood was born in Owosso, Michigan on June 12, 1878 and died August 13, 1927.  He died early, from the complications of what is thought to be a spider bite, gotten while fishing in Florida.

Curwood was a man who loved the wilderness, especially Canada and Alaska.  But, he also loved all of the outdoors.  Later in life, while hunting a bear in the Rockies, he fell and broke his rifle.  The bear and Curwood were on a narrow cliff and the bear arose, roared, and then passed by, letting the man live.  After that, Curwood gave up hunting for trophies and advocated for wildlife preservation in all its forms, from planting trees, planting fish, and management of all species.

But let me tell you a personal story my father told me about James Oliver Curwood.  This incident occurred in West Branch, Michigan around 1920.  James Oliver Curwood was by then one of the best selling authors in America and he was well known and a very famous person.  The train stopped in town and word got around that Curwood was visiting the downtown stores.  My father, about age 8, heard this and came running.  By then a gang of boys was following the famous author from store to store.

This is what my father told me, many times when I was a child.  Father said, "He was wearing a fringed buckskin coat, leather gloves with long cuffs, and high top laced boots.  He was a sight to see and I followed those other boys hoping to get a chance to speak to him.  Finally, I had my chance and I said, 'Mr. Curwood I've read your books!'"

"And what is your name, sonny?" asked the writer.

"Glenn, sir!"

"Well, put it there Glenn," said Curwood and they shook hands.

Every time my father told me that story, his eyes gleamed and his face beamed in a wide smile.

AND...there is more to the story.  At age eight I opened the cabinet that contained my father's many books and among them were most of the published works of JAMES OLIVER CURWOOD.  As my father before me, I read those books and fell in love with Curwood's words.

A really great short story of his is THE MOUSE.  If you haven't read it, you better find it, or get it on line and give an audio listen, for it is a fantastic, unusual, and heartwarming story.  It is very well written and gives great pleasure.  HERE'S A YOUTUBE LINK OF A PUBLIC DOMAIN READING:
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=NReEAtf2uzo

My favorite story of his, is:  WAPI THE WALRUS (about a large dog).  It was made into a movie three times and Rock Hudson starred in the last one titled, BACK TO GOD'S COUNTRY.

My father and I both adored James Oliver Curwood's writing.  He loved the north country, (as we did) the great forests, and the animals in them.  His writing is perhaps melodramatic and antiquated but his stories are fun to read and THE MOUSE stands up against any writer, any time, anywhere in the world.

JAMES OLIVER CURWOOD deserves to be read and remembered!

Charlie Steel, Author
http://www.amazon.com/Charlie-Steel/e/B00H6US1P8