This weekend we traveled to Houston to meet up with Frank X. Tolbert 2. Frank shared several amazing stories, including this one where he describes driving some paintings to Austin and displaying them along a moonlit roadway.
Art makes us yearn, beyond its own dimension — whether it is Church’s South America landscapes or Walhol’s car crash. Frank Tobert told us his story from the early 1970s.
Where are the paintings now? What are those paintings about? We don’t know, and probably will never know. Yet that yearning for their own destination creates a hole in my heart, that keeps dragging me thinking about it.
Frank’s decision was brave, and for many, perhaps bizarre. But I am intrigued. I could only imagine what I would have felt if I were there to see the paintings under the moonshine, in the middle of nowhere. That unique experience is what art is made for.
We also learned that Frank was one of the artists who collaborated on some stained glass panels for the Hard Rock Cafe that once stood on McKinney Avenue. They are now in Meddlesome Moth in the Design District.