Howard Post, Southwest Art 1992


Howard Post: Poetry and Paint

By Sheila Kollasch

Published Courtesy Southwest Art magazine, December 1992



Howard Post's work is on view December 3, 1992, through February 15, 1993, at the Desert Caballeros Western Museum, Wickenburg, AZ. The exhibition is complemented by Wickenburg's annual cowboy poetry gathering, December 3-5.

The painting of Howard Post with poets is natural: strong, beautiful art with touching, true words. Like today's cowboy poetry, which often deals with personal reflections on a lifestyle with strong national identity, Post's work offers a contemporary look at a unique American tradition. The poetry also expresses a strong sentiment for place, a sentiment Post shares with poet Dan Bradshaw:

            Progess they call it, a changin' of time

            Like a lantern that's losin' its gleam.

            A sad day I call it, our heritage slippin'

            And time is stealin' my dreams.


Howard Post, Neighbors, Oil, 36 x 48 (Image is cropped)

Howard Post, Neighbors, Oil, 36 x 48 (Image is cropped)


A real cowboy poet must have been born on a ranch or worked on one. This keeps the art true to its roots and the tales honest...well, at least sincere. At any rate, authenticity is most sought -after. This is also true for Post. He depicts range life with honesty and an attention to detail. But it is not the mythic West established by writers such as Owen Wister, Louis L'Amour and Zane Grey to which Post turns his attentions. Rather, Post demystifies and humanizes a hero whose stardom has resulted in cliché. In paintings such as The Bus Stop (see Editor's Perspective), Post acknowledges reality, while giving it his own special brand of poetry.

The same sincerity found in cowboy poetry informs the paintings of Howard Post (AZ 1948- Living AZ). Lying on a shelf in his studio is a scrapbook that testifies to his past as a rodeo rider. Professional black-and-white photographs show Post team roping, calf roping and bull riding. In one photo a smooth-faced, shy-looking boy peers out from behind a tall trophy with a caption that reads "Arizona High School Rodeo Champion 1965."

 


Howard Post, Rick's Oil, Oil, 40 x 30

Howard Post, Rick's Oil, Oil, 40 x 30


Post relishes his years traveling the small-town rodeo circuit with his parents and siblings. But he was happy to give it up for what he terms "a genuine life" with his close-knit family. Watching his former rodeo colleagues rise to fame and then become physically and financially broken has reinforced his determination to succeed in art, where the same rises and falls can take place. Luckily for Post, his renown has been on a steady rise.

 

When you ask Post why he became an artist, he tells you his own poem-like story:

It was the yellow bulldozer that did it.

Don't get me wrong. The life of an artist

is great. I love it. But...


It's like a country western hymn

sung in a lonesome twang:

when I was a kid I dreamed of riding

and playing the cowboy game.

 

I followed the circuit of rodeo heroes

and learned there was no fame. But...

 

I'd have been one, too, if it hadn't been

for that yellow bulldozer. You see,

in third grade I did a little drawing of my dad,

who was a cowboy, of course. My teacher

entered it in a contest an' it won first place

and a yellow bulldozer toy. But...

 

My heroes will always be cowboys.


Howard Post, Roundup, Oil, 42 x 52

Howard Post, Roundup, Oil, 42 x 52


Born an artist and raised on a ranch in southern Arizona, Post is attracted to the side of cowboy life that takes place in between those celebratory rides into town and lightning stampedes that Frederic Remington recorded. The quiet, steadfast life of people caring for livestock and the solitary nature of ranching is a recurring theme. In paintings such as Neighbors, Post emphasizes the isolation through a high point of view that offers a vast vista in which two neighbors share tales. One senses in this work, as in Homestead, that the family ranch, like the family farm, is a dying breed, giving way to corporate conglomerates and housing developments. A similar sensation occurs in the city paintings. Though people and cars prove otherwise, there is a feeling of vacancy in Rick's - as if the town were being slowly reduced to the nondescript buildings that appear on its margins.

Painting professionally since 1980, Post has always been a design-conscious artist whose bold, graphic style rivets attention upon shapes created by light and shadow. During the first two decades of his career, he attempted no political or social statements in his work. Today, however, with his children grown, Post has become interested in the narrative aspects of his work. Able to travel, he ranges the land of his memories, following back roads into rural pockets in the West where ranching continues as it once was. The life of the contemporary cowboy that Post emphasizes in bronzes such as Horse Feed is spiritually tied to the past by the sweat of the brow. Solid and strong, Horse Feed is rooted (as is Post himself) in family duty and love.

 


Howard Post, Homestead, Oil, 48 x 52

Howard Post, Homestead, Oil, 48 x 52


Post muses that perhaps his interest in storytelling is a sign of growing older. Rightly so. His strong personal style is a direct reflection of his personality and maturity. With his technical skills finely honed, the added dimension of narrative allows him to make what he calls "simple statements' about how it feels to work in the real West, not the mythic West. It is a life absent of game playing and romanticism. No mechanical-bullriding in Pop culture bars, but home in bed early because at dawn the cattle will be loaded for market.

 

Asked about his spiritual life, Post says that he feels connectedness to God when he is in the saddle. This he shares with many of the cowboy poets. Their work praise and thank God for rain, grass, broad skies, a favored horse or dog. Like them, Post celebrates the quiet moments when a man communes with nature and the creator it signifies. As poet Susan C. Jones says it:

            You see, the cowboy's got it figured out,

            What religion is all about,

            He's feelin' closer to his Creator

            Under the sky, I have no doubt.


Howard Post, Horse Feed, Bronze Edition of 15, 12 x 27 x 11

Howard Post, Horse Feed, Bronze Edition of 15, 12 x 27 x 11


It is fitting that Post is showing his work at the Desert Caballeros Western Museum, AZ, which contains works by artists the likes of Charlie Russell, Thomas Moran and George Phippen. These artists have given us lasting visual memories of life as they experienced it. Post similarly offers his experiences and feelings in paintings and sculptures that will outlast the fads of the art world. Howard Post's art will endure as does the wide blue western sky itself.

Eyes of a Cowboy

by Vance Wampler

 

This Cowboy, name of Howard Post,

Raised down near Tucson town,

His work reflects a timeliness

And truth of some renown

 

Out here beside these rusty pens

Where cowpokes rest at play

Ol' Howard, he sees wonderment

We jest see end of day

 

He sees some movement where there ain't

Much open range no more

He looks around and knows his love

Still lives here, that's fer shore

 

Ol' Post, he dabs a little oil

A grin spreads 'cross his face

He loves this Arizona land

This part of him, this place

 

In time, Old West has wandered off

But he finds wonder where

That big bull-bashin' buckin' chute

Sets empty over there

 

He sees sharp contrast when late sun

Shoots shadows through a tree

And likes them ugly kind of pokes

With wrinkled hands, you see,

 

An artist is ol' Howard Post

Who ain't your regl'ar kind

A cowboy who aint' took up by

Them subjects others mind


He don't do round-ups, bronkin' bucks,

Or tranquil standin' cows

A-grazin' in deep meadows, Injuns,

Wagon trains, no-hows


The cavalry he leaves to them

Who paint them other times

No sherriff shoot-outs, bank hold-ups

Or stagecoach robbin' crimes


No, Howard Post, his works they tell

A different tale today

With other kinds of beauty, grace,

And strength - he likes to say


His eyes have seen a shinin' road

And cities in the haze

Where special kinds of people live

In lovin', workin' ways.


His hands have worked in clay, and bronze

Cowboys palaver here

Alive and lean and honest mean

Their mounts a-standin' near


This home-growed artist, Howard Post,

We've come to realize,

He sees our Arizona home

Through different western eyes.