The KINGs Painter™ was first motivated by his father's ISTJ (medical doctor) proclivities
● It must have awakened the horrors of war. The artist believes that his father had a great desire to see his first daughter grow
up to be a fine woman, and that he and his prairie girl wife, Virginia Jane Smiley, MD, both suffered from the loss of that dream.
The artist's father had one more patient he could not save, no matter his effort.
● Carroll's dad, Carroll F. Burgoon, Jr., MD, enlisted out of medical school as a Navy LTJG on LST-335 which landed on Dog
Green, a gory death trap (The Saving Private Ryan beach) where almost every man was cut to pieces in a mere 120 minutes
before LST-335 and the 3rd Tide arrived. Then, he was chief medical officer aboard APD-78 (DE-693, the USS Bull) carrying
UDT-14, who saved the crew in the Lingayen Gulf, then sailed into two savage, decisive battles in the North Pacific. PTSD?
He was vitriolic; His first son, the artist, was his lightning rod. "When General Franks agreed to pen my foreword, I talked with
hundreds in the military community. I saw Steven Spielberg's film. There was a world Pop never talked about. On his deathbed
I told him, 'I love you' and 'I forgave you' (in 2007). Several years later, after his death, I awoke with an acute understanding
of his words and realized I had it all backwards. I should have sought his forgiveness." He was still doing 100 push-ups daily,
lifted weights, read JAMA (and everything else in sight), and opened the indoor tennis courts at 5:30 a.m. Dr. B was a volunteer
at Community Volunteers in Medicine until a tumble down the front steps in his home ended his nightmares at the age of 91.
"Pop, like Heifetz, was a non-self promoter and sought globally ---
in a world full of cognoscenti, literati, … and Old Money."
Of Genius and Adventure (His ancestors sailed from the Moselle, France into Baltimore, MD in 1740)
● The patriarch landed in Baltimore on the Lydia (1740), settled near Front Royal (A son enlisted in GEN Washington's Army).
He boarded the Lydia, as Johannes Jacob Burgund, a single cordwainer (shoemaker), and debarked as John Jacob Bugoon,
a married man. The Burgundians left their "high rock island home," Burgundarholmr in AD 250 and stormed across Europe.
Carroll is not SAR, though a great, great, great ... uncle enlisted with GEN George Washington in the war for independence.
"Carroll" is a family name in tribute to the next door neighbor, Charles Carroll of Carrollton (Charles Carroll III), a Maryland
landowner (The wealthiest man in the American colonies) and last living Signer of the American Declaration of Independence
(Played by actor Terrence Currier in National Treasure with Nicolas Cage). The Declaration was potentially a death warrant for
himself, his wife, and his children to be shot, hung, or tortured, and all their possessions seized by the British crown. Each one
of the Signers risked everything for freedom from tyranny. That was a high stakes "game" that paid off quite handsomely.
● Burgoon's left Ohio, rode into the Old West, and settled in Fort Worth, Texas in 1850. Carroll, the "soon to be" artist arrived in
June 1984. (One dozen Pennsylvanians died defending the Alamo in the fight for Texas independence from Mexico in 1836.)
An INTJ Carroll learned working alongside an Ivy League Olympic rower named Dave, whose dad was
a coxed eight-oar Olympic gold medalist in London, AFTER training before dawn on the Schuylkill River.
There were more than a few episodes of entrepreneurial temper tantrums during which he said "Oh, to hell with it," and rang the
deep-toned, big brown bell in the parking lot with all kinds of treasures, led with the steel hull clanging of an unbreakable bottle
of Aussie Shiraz. Had he christened the John Paul Jones at the Navy yard? (For avid collectors, some unnerving details below)
"I slept on my art studio floor for about one year, on friend's couches, in my car, skipped a few meals for days at a time after my
electricity and water were shut off. I lived in a homeless shelter for two months (My art prints were already in the chapel!) …
I value being the husband of a Proverbs 31 gal, especially after 'two happily ever after until death do us parts' departed abruptly.
YET, there have been miracles upon miracles in the midst of it. Scio unde veniet donum (I know whence cometh my gift)."
"There are many reasons
we buy headstones and
have funerals, all personal,
meaningful, and necessary.
Mom told me the cremated
remains of my sister were
left unclaimed by she and
my father. Mom refused to disclose the location. So, I
made a painting in tribute
to my sister, a headstone
of sorts, closure I thought.
Years before, out on a 5-mile
run I stepped off the road
crying, and cried non-stop
for the next three days.
I was mourning my sister's death after miles of years.
Years later, I was running the
same course and it began
to rain cats and dogs?!?
The Father was teaching
this man how to cry.
I became an artist. Atlast,
closure. I made the painting (above), Guardian Angel.
I'm a man, not a robot."
"I Focus on What Matters
with Soft Eyes
on all of the
Great sex, good times, and vivid memories postponed facing past hurts and growing up. LOVE is the only rehab that worked for me.
My experience didn't jive with the old Silver Spoon idiom, nor was I raised amidst gangs, drugs, violent crime and poverty. THE TRUTH: Pop couldn't save many on the battlefield and he couldn't save his own daughter. My dad was helpless, and must have felt worthless, stupid, and like a bastard. He couldn't forgive himself. I do not judge Poppy --- I prayed for years that the Father would send someone to talk to him. I got the call when he was on his deathbed.
Veterans Crisis Hotline | Suicide Prevention. "Veterans who may be contemplating suicide, or family members and friends who have observed any suicidal behavior, are urged to call the VA’s 24-hour Crisis Line at 1-800-273-8255 and Press 1." Chat online 24/7, 365 days-a-year. Deaf and hard of hearing accessible.
Some say, "He's socially astute in that friendly professor kind of way." OK. I'm a professorial adventurer, like Indiana Jones. But, I hope you understand why I didn't want to be immediately known. It was important to me to tell my story and use my gifts in ways that honor my parents, and to help others navigate life. Riches, fame, and glory may come. I lived in a M*A*S*H unit as battlefield crazy as Alan Alda and Loretta Swit. The famous troubled Preacher's Kid, van Gogh had nothing on us. By God's grace I still have both ears!
Some people label me a genius. The truth is I'm a lousy test taker, a tad dyslexic, and a bit myopic, so I can't be a genius.
Somewhere I read that the timeless Beethoven's explanation of his refreshingly boundless energy and creativity was John 14:10-16. On that Truth I thrive. I am a paintbrush in my Father's loving hands and my life is His canvas. His LOVE became my compass guiding my steps. That is how I live, paint, write, and have a place in this world.
Peanuts artist Charles Schulz penned, "Don't worry about the world coming to an end today. It's already tomorrow in Australia." Amen.
NOW, a haircut, back country hikes, mountains, XC skiing, canoeing, with my bride, and a decades of joy, health, and loving … a pristine waterfront enclave, wildflowers, loons, beavers, old forest, earthen trails, granite canyons and boulders and simple rural life. I cut off my ponytail and donated my custom suits and silk ties long ago.
A few decades of questing made me a great "overnight success." There are many stories and out-of-the-box insights to share about art studies with Alcaraz, and more. Maybe I'll write a column or just go help somebody. It feels good to laugh and smile and play!
"Hey dad ... want to have a catch?"
Field of Dreams (1989)
Carroll F. Burgoon, Jr., MD
"Formula for success:
rise early, work hard, strike oil."
- J. Paul Getty
“If you build it, he will come” THE STORY of a father and his son
General Franks with Carroll
at the painting unveiling
Photo: Bill Hollingsworth
Medal of Honor Park
Photo: William S. Covington, Jr.
Son of the American Revolution,
11th-Grade DC US History
and 12th-Grade Government/Economics
public school teacher at
Waxahachie Global High School,
(WISD), Texas. Bill is a friend of
Carroll, who took this picture.
"If you want to succeed you should strike out
on new paths, rather than travel the worn
paths of accepted success."
- John D. Rockefeller, Sr.
"I believe you have to be willing to be misunderstood if you're going to innovate."
- Jeff Bezos
Oklahoma's General Tommy Franks, USA, Ret., penned the foreword to
Ode to Joy, Carroll's 1st book (2013).
A 2nd Edition printing is planned.
Fall birding on the Flyway,
Brigantine, NWR, facing
Atlantic City, New Jersey.
"Bigger Dreams than a Cup of Coffee"
Carroll's illustrated "Doctoral Dissertation."
Don Fco. Alcaraz
Plaster cast for
a bronze bust
of Carroll's famous
the port of Almería,
Andalusia, Spain ---
It is one of the world's greenhouse capitals.
"If I thought
I was going to
plant a tree
- Stephen Girard (1750-1831),
"Innovative. Different! This is an atypical artist's web site --- 'I took the one less traveled by ...*'
When you've nothing to prove to any other, living or long gone, rather because it's fun,
there are some art WRs to smash, again, and others to be set anew by a capable competitor.
91.1 and 450.3 are two of the top three. Will you be the one everyone is buzzing about?"
- Carroll "The KINGs Painter™" Burgoon *Quote: Robert Frost, a New Englander born in California, winner of four Pulitzer Prizes
Bio: The Ebullient CFB3
The KINGs Painter™ (Carroll F. Burgoon, III, Philadelphia-born) Oeuvre: 800+ paintings since 1994.
Sr. Alcaraz saw Carroll's coloured pencil drawing of common roadside purple thistles portrayed with the delicate, unequaled
beauty of a Juliette Rose and called him to Spain. Carroll studied 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 give 367 art keynotes in six
months after he returned to Texas: American Association of University Women at Southern Methodist University, University
of Chicago Alumni Association, Trammell Crow Company (brown bag luncheon talks for Mr. Harlan Crow's CPAs and JDs),
independent school districts (high schools, middle schools, and elementary schools) ... live radio and television interviews.
"Sr. Alcaraz taught me to be a Great Master, and distinctively, taught me to shadow and highlight with purple, not ordinary gray.
My teacher restored actual priceless, invaluable masterpieces inside the world's elite art museums, e.g., Musée du Louvre,
Museo del Prado, The Metropolitan Museum of Art of New York City, Château de Versailles, and many irreplaceable treasures
in French caves and Catholic cathedrals throughout France and Germany. He told me how he trembled before a Rembrandt,
the greatest painter of all time, and in a night's dream he watched how to restore the great work, got up in the morning and just
did it. Another night, in the old shepherd's barn below Paco's living quarters, he opened a book of Picasso's 'stains' and traced
his friend's brushstrokes with his finger to demonstrate how the amazing watercolors were made. No workshop can teach this."
"It is a job for life." - The KINGs Painter™
A Colonial South American socialite opened the door for Carroll, 100 years after her grandfather co-founded and presided over
his country's richest football club, by facilitating his painting studies with her famous artist friend in Europe. Carroll's first patron
was a lovely horse loving lady he "met by accident" in Friday afternoon traffic, two weeks before he flew to Madrid for studies
with Sr. Alcaraz. One of the largest landowners in North America and a telecom tycoon quickly followed suit. Carroll made a very,
very large art donation to an adoption service, spanning multiple states, to honor Sr. Alcaraz, who was first a prodigy orphan.
Two Art Classes
✓ Carroll's favorite public school teacher was Ms. Kathleen Dugas, 7th-Grade Art, in 1963. Ms. Dugas taught Carroll to draw
hands with the masterful perfection of Dürer. Hand gestures shape societies, lead armies, and grab our attention before we
notice a man's eyes, which reveal his soulful intent. Thus, the cover of Carroll's first book, Ode to Joy, and a mother's love.
✓ "My 11th-Grade Art Appreciation teacher (GVSD) was the decorated POW, Marine BGEN Woodrow Kessler. He took us to
The Barnes, Merion, PA, where I learned to see art differently. I learned to cherry-pick. I quickly realized that most collectors
collect signatures, and masterpieces are uncommon. GEN Kessler showed me how the colours of one thing are reflected in all
around them, and how lines simply do not exist. Both lessons are plainly evident in my paintings today."
✓ One teacher stands out, though he doesn't remember her name. She was the most powerful of everyone because she made
her 7th-Grade classes memorize 100 words per week, three definitions deep, for one year. "I remember." She taught English.
✓ He used money from the sale of his home to publish Ode to Joy (Ninth Symphony) honoring the U.S. military community and
first responders. He donated (some were given to servicemen on the streets and at recruiters posts, etc.) 2,600 books.
✓ HSM The King of Spain Juan Carlos I sent Carroll a cordial reply when he received the first book off the printing press of
Carroll's first book, Ode to Joy, a writing journal with the foreword by Four-Star GENERAL TOMMY FRANKS, USA, Ret.
General Franks was knighted by HRH Elizabeth II Queen of the United Kingdom. A Nashville musician introduced the general
to the artist. First Editions are in GEN Franks' museum gift shop alongside POTUS Geo. W. Bush, PM Thatcher, GEN Powell,
and SOD Rumsfeld. General Franks waived his fees stating he supports the "therapeutic" art book, and suggested a course
of action on a nationwide scale of service. Sir, "Good to Go."
✓ USMA graduate, retired Major General Hugh G. Robinson, PE, was Carroll's mentor and charmingly enthusiastic advocate.
He was Trustee of A.H. Belo, a broadcast and publishing company. They first met at the famous gold Campbell Centre towers.
"My doctor dad demanded mastery, BUT expected virtuosity."
"Pop always served, always 'wearing' his GI helmet with a red cross encircled in white.
HE TAUGHT ME FOCUS, to assess a situation immediately, act intuitively, quickly, and decisively.
Pop had 'the heart of greatness' and a loyal army of followers. He was the best of the best in the world.
He loved the fine art of dermatology. Physicians and med students often gave him standing ovations.
If medicine would have awarded them, he'd have won the Academy, BAFTA, and Golden Globe Awards.
He was NOT a patient man. That I had to learn through athletic fitness, martial arts, and painting."
Art shaped by a farm boy's "Dave Before Dawn" work ethic and new, every day problem-solving
● The second child (first born son) of two medical doctors.
"Sibling relationship tends to be the longest and the most intimate in family, thus the death of a sibling
can be a devastating life event, especially when this event happens at early ages."
Excerpt from Death of a sibling may impact surviving child's lifespan, by Ashley Welch, April 24, 2017, CBS News.
● Carroll F. Burgoon, Jr., MD, a world renown Philadelphia dermatologist, was the future artist's prized docent amidst the elder
gentleman's nattily kept ca. 1751 King George III equestrian estate filled with all kinds of costly treasures. He loved to restore
and decorate Colonial Period homes. He was a banker's son. The artist's mom, pediatrician Virginia Jane Smiley Burgoon, MD
was the daughter of a rural Dakota doctor and learned in a one-room schoolhouse. Inspired by her father, who died of leukemia
when she was ten during the Dakota Dust Bowl, twelve months after the Stock Market crashed. She earned her way through
University of South Dakota (Poli-Sci) Phi Beta Kappa. She met Dr. Bill Nelson at Temple Medical School and was his first editor
of Nelson Textbook of Pediatrics.The family that built the Brooklyn Bridge built a specialty hospital for "Dr. B." He built the #1
institution in the world. Bluebloods, HOF Philly athletes, medical doctors, and factory workers sat together for hours to be seen
by his father in his private practice. Globally, residents, PhDs, and MDs flocked to study under and practice with Dr. Burgoon.
His Canadian-American wife encouraged his pioneering of pediatric dermatology. Dr. B was a third degree Master Mason.
● Carroll's parents worked on the mumps vaccine in Alaska with long time friends, Penn's Warner and Brigitta Henley, virologists
who discovered Epstein-Barr in mononucleosis. Warner wiggled his ears and sketched animals magnificently before sitting down
for a traditional Austrian Christmas dinner with the Burgoons. Their Christmas tree decorations were Old World spectacular.
● The family founded a world-class equestrian center and recruited celebrity New Zealand champion, Lockie Richards, FBHS
as headmaster (Fulmer, Potomac, Spanish Riding School, The Lord of the Rings, etc.), followed by Army Capt Jeremy Beale,
Burghley winner, British 3 Day Event Team, etc. Co-eds from Bryn Mawr College and Philly's prominent families studied there.
● The Burgoons had an orderly, laid-back, nature-appreciating lifestyle. They were avid recyclers, had a large vegetable garden,
strawberry patch and orchard, bountiful books, and strong morning coffee. Carroll has a solid farm boy work ethic and values.
● The family looked normal after his older sister's sudden death, due to the rare Reye's Syndrome on her sixth birthday. There
was no funeral or further mention. Smoldering self-blame, guilt, endless hard work, and emotional detachment remained, each
unjustified by the facts. The death had a deleterious affect on every aspect of the future artist's life for decades, until resolved.
"Meeting sports athletes that are the best
in the world is a thrill to this day."
- Phil Knight
The KINGs Painter™
Retirement Office Hrs: 0945 to 1059 T, W, R ✈️ Location: NTK (ICAO/IATA)
"When you innovate, you've got to be prepared
for everyone telling you you're nuts."
- Larry Ellison
Eddie Merckx, "I won! I won! I don’t have to go to school anymore."
Usain Bolt, WR 9.58, WR 19.19
François Pervis, WR 56.303
Eliud Kipchoge, E.G.H., WR 1:59:40.2
and, Brigid Kosgei, WR 2:14.04
Franklin and Marshall College graduate, Temple University
Medical degree, internship at
Philadelphia General Hospital,
World War II US Navy veteran,
born in Harrisburg, PA.
All rights reserved worldwide Ⓒ 2019 Carroll Burgoon
I wanted everyone to like me and to live to my potential, but I was angry and in a fog. I tried to get my life on an even keel and stayed out of the limelight ... I had to find purpose and meaning, but didn't have the words. So, I didn't talk about it. Prayer was my cairn as a lighthouse blotting fog bank enveloped my quest. I heard a voice, and built a memorable Field of Dreams for fathers and their sons.
Yes. I confessed that in tempestuous moments of frustration and rage I destroyed about 400 of my own original paintings, along with all of my art patron records, plus handwritten letters from First Lady Nancy Reagan, Delores Hope, etcetera, sport trophies, plaques, medals, 100 blue ribbons, and about hundreds of large format 4 x 5 transparencies. There were times when I couldn't afford one sheet of watercolour paper and painted on the backsides of previously finished paintings stacked up in my studio. If you ever find one, keep it! They are as rare as 1-cent 1868 Z-grill U.S. postage stamps valued at $2,891,566 per square inch in 2007!!!
I'm DIFFERENT. My childhood pals with PhD and VMD parents are MIT grads. I chose the path less taken, after deliberation … It was a decision I'd made as a five-year-old, but took a few years to ratchet the courage to do it. ¡Soy pintor!
"I was a tortured soul. The pain is gone.
I fly high and swirl, like MJ, the greatest
superstar basketball player of all time."
Decades ago, the patiently smiling, curly-haired, gentleman sat quietly listening to the silence without words. Like a tiger, he burst forward in a leap of rage from deep in his chair roaring, "You were abused!!!" The words were a numbing cacophony decades later; I was mercilessly, erroneously, punishing myself for my sister's death, a life tragically lost and that no one talked about.
(Nevertheless it was my hidden gyroscope, I was attracted to women who'd break up after 4.5 years, in November, "helping" replay my older sister Helen's passing, or women who had witnessed their father's death when they were ten-years-old. My life was a mess in an eccentric, eclectic, malapropistic nutshell without words.)
I understood the gentleman's words were true, and accepted them with relief. My heart took a few years to catch up. It was true and it wasn't. I'm a fair man. The only way out was a leap of faith.
Through the years, I'd been dumbfounded by my proclivity for self-sabotage, and the other self-things. I had a life map that dependably oriented me to the words "my god" had often spoken over me --- but I later discovered the words probably explained how my father felt about himself. Can I be more specific? Sure. I convey how my father saw himself. I loved my father, spelled with a lower case "f."
The short skinny of it: 1) For decades I skipped over the first 2-3 steps to reach the top landing, as I unwittingly re-enacted being kicked over them after making eye contact with him and being yanked from my seat at the dinner table (Escalators brought me to an utterly confused standstill); 2) He venomously called me, "You stupid, worthless, bastard" and I thought that was who I was. When I would begin to excel at anything, I stopped and ran (Four graduate programs in three states - Two were MBA programs that I fled with straight A's, #1 in my class or tied for first) The same in sports, etc., etc.; 3) I received many blessings that arrived in droves, but feeling worthless, I gave away my time, talent and treasure and refused compensation of any kind --- money for my own dreams --- It's a long list; 4) My father told me on separate occasions that he would rather three of my high school pals (who he named) were his son, not me. I felt forsaken as an orphan might; 5) Once as an adult, I hugged him and said, "I love you." I was 50.5 years-old. Arms frozen at his side, immovable like a locust fence post, he prickled, "I hate you because you're ebullient." Ouch. A few splinters!
A few splinters! Hardly. I was in pain, suffering, helpless and almost as hopeless as a Veteran with PTSD. I don't know if it's contagious. I needed help. Triage terrified me because I thought I'd be passed by. I needed someone to love me. I hated myself, but fought for air. I was a drowning man who wanted to live. I needed to love myself.
I actively (in socially acceptable ways) flirted with and courted my "destruction" spiritually, mentally, emotionally, socially, physically, financially, and materially. I was swimming alone in darkness.
My life was an unmanageable mess by the time I was 35 years old, and I didn't know up from down. An acquaintance implored me to join an Al-Anon Family Group. Soon, I was attending ACA meetings as well. My parents were not alcoholics (nor was I), but we had serious issues from which I, first and foremost, needed to work my way to wellbeing. I'm a pragmatic man. If the doors were open, I was there ten-times-a-week for one year. It preserved my life, but only as a tourniquet does in an emergency.
In SCUBA my Navy SEAL instructor taught us to "Follow the bubbles" when we don't know where we are. They go up. Rise only as fast as they go. Gases expand predictably. It's Boyle's Law applied to life. It requires trust, patience, and a sense of humor (afterwards).