I have always loved Red Skelton. I loved him for his humor, his humility and his work as an artist. Red painted clowns and I knew that one of the first things I was going to buy after my first divorce (in 1998) was a print of one of his paintings, “The Gent.”
I think in 1998 I saw myself in this print.
Ever the “go-to-hell” pilot, with no apparent cares in the world on ‘the outside,’
while on ‘the inside,’ a different matter at times…
It’s just the way it is sometimes; and when these occasions come, I find comfort with ‘The Gent.’ I find comfort in looking at that print; in looking in the mirror…