This Texas Painter is "The No Kitsch Artist" from Pennsylvania
Bio p.1: The Artist Carroll™
Carroll F. Burgoon, III, AKA, The Paintbrush Poet™ 800+ paintings from 1994 to 2019.
"My doctor dad loved the fine art of medicine.
The richest and the poor sought him first.
The best and brightest students sought him.
Annually, he was named the doctor's doctor.
His international renown did not matter to him.
He was a very popular medical school professor.
Pop was a genius. A virtuoso. A vet with PTSD,
who approved my being a freshwater scientist.
Docent Pop collected Early American homes and
museum-quality antiques; I collected stamps.
I sold my collection to pay passage to Spain.
It was tough to part with. Philately is fun."
When the European luminary artist, Sr. Alcaraz (SCRAPBOOK COLLAGE), saw Carroll's coloured pencil drawing of common Texas roadside purple thistles and how they were portrayed with the delicate, unequaled beauty of the Juliet Rose, he invited Carroll to Spain to study painting in an idyllic Castilian Spanish village in 1994. His experience in Spain with Sr. Alcaraz was so historically significant that he was invited to tell the stories behind the paintings to more than 525 audiences in the months after he returned to Dallas, Texas: American Association of University Women at SMU, University of Chicago Alumni, Trammell Crow Headquarters (talks for accountants and attorneys), independent school districts (high schools, middle and elementary schools), performances at senior centers (independent living, assisted, and acute care), ... Carroll was interviewed on radio and television programs. There was a great chorus demanding his paintings, stories, and poems be published in a book for them. A Strait Lane philanthropy consultant helped Carroll sort it out and make wise fiduciary decisions.
His largest donation was a selection of some early paintings with "corrections" made by Sr. Alcaraz during studies in Spain, and assortment of thirty L.E.A.P.™ and Super 898's™. The treasures were donated 100% to a Colorado-based 501c3 helping Latino orphans find loving homes. Interviews with the Evening anchorwoman ran two weeks with the best audience response ever. Warren Buffett: "Someone is sitting in the shade today because someone planted a tree a long time ago."
Aesthetic (Beauty) European Tutelage
"Vi er alle ledere—enten vi ønsker å være eller ikke. Det er alltid noen vi påvirker—enten fører
dem til god eller borte fra godt." - Leif Erikson, c. 970 - c.1020, norrersk oppdagelsesreisende.
"We are all leaders—whether we want to be or not. There is always someone we are influencing—either leading
them to good or away from good." - Leif Erikson, c. 970 -c.1020, Norse explorer.
"Alcaraz restored priceless, invaluable masterpieces inside the elite art museums, e.g., Musée du Louvre, Museo del Prado, The Metropolitan Museum of Art of New York City, the Château de Versailles, and irreplaceable treasures in prehistoric French caves and Catholic cathedrals throughout France and Germany. He explained how he trembled before a Rembrandt he was asked to restore, and in a dream he saw how to restore the priceless work; Paco got up in the morning and just did it. He showed me with the wave of his hand. Another night, in the centuries old shepherd's barn beneath his living quarters, he opened a book of Picasso's 'stains' (watercolors) and traced his friend's brushstrokes with his finger to show me how the lovely paintings were made. Sr. Alcaraz taught me to do what no art school can teach. HSM The King of Spain knew this." Carroll sold his treasured stamp collection to pay for his trip to study with Alcaraz, an investment Wall Street would've applauded. Pure and simple. The enthusiastic Spaniard was a sixty-year-old boy genius, who still bit lightly on his tongue while working.
Señor Alcaraz, like my doctor dad, demanded the very best, but expected virtuosity. Neither accepted mediocrity, ever.
Dr. B patched up sailors and soldiers on Dog Green, then Marines, flyboys, and sailors at Luzon, Okinawa, and Iwo Jima.
Pop left his .30-06 M1 Garand and 1911 Colt shipboard when he ran onto WWII battlefields. He was there to help and heal.
My father was one of those courageous US Navy combat medics on Normandy on D-Day and then in the Pacific.
Pop's protective helmet's red Geneva Cross on the white circular background explained his mission.
I cannot conceive the torrential fusillade of cries and curses as he decided who would live and who would die.
He suffered in a silent movie for sixty-odd years. The nightmares lasted as long as he did.
Neither had much patience. They were all business. Both loved teaching. Everyone trusted them. Most feared them.
Both were passionate, scholarly, masterful, yet flawed men full of hope, with no trace of vitriol. Legacy was irrelevant.
I am an artist today because of heroes like him. How on Earth do you find a compassionate woman who understands?
★★★★ An aesthetic-loving Brazilian socialite from a family schooled in England, opened life-changing doors for Carroll, one century after her grandfather co-founded and presided over Clube de Regatas do Flamengo (A rowing club for wealthy elite young men and women). She facilitated Carroll's painting studies with her distinguished friend in historic Europe. One decade later, an art industry insider told Carroll his art was seriously underpriced compared to the public favorite whose small pieces he was selling for a fortune --- Plus, one of the man's Hollywood film producer pals wanted to make a movie about Carroll. Someone added that Carroll would be better known than the Spanish wonder, Picasso. Fame and fortune are tools, and like legacy, are otherwise irrelevant to him.
"Science helps us understand the world, where artists create
a world that we can understand."
- Marc Mayer, Director and CEO, National Gallery of Canada
Exploring the Psychology of Creativity with Professor Jordan Peterson, PhD, April 27, 2017.
"The sky turned a deep purple and all at once the stars and moon came out —
and the sun shone at the same time. He had reached a layer of the upper atmosphere where the air was too thin to contain reflecting dust particles."
- Tom Wolfe, The Right Stuff