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How philboyd original art work came to Southern Oregon
The Origin
The origins of philboyd began in the winter of 1995 as the Artist explored the Gila River and Chiricahua Ancestral lands. The 'Ancient Ones', which inhabited this beautiful yet hostile land more than 1,200 years ago left many clues about what life had been like. Hundreds of intriguing pictographs and petroglyphs covered the rocks and told a story of sunrises, sunsets, food, music and drink, the simple and timeless pleasures still enjoyed today. Most compelling, were the depictions of faces with elaborate headdresses, which danced and laughed as the sun moved through the sky.
The legend says that touching the rocks of Chiricahua "brings good spirits". And for this particular Artist, it did!
The Name
A friend from the Artist's past, who died at an early 36 years of age, was a happy-go-lucky colorful character. A musical mentor to the Artist who understood that simple luxuries of music, food, and friends create happiness. This friend would treat you to his homemade "Squid Brew" beer, and loan out record albums with happy abandonment. On every album loaned, scrawled in red lettering across the top was his alias 'philboyd', which turned out a perfect fit for the art characters who emerged years later.
The Beginning and the Magic
In 1997, philboyd origins began selling art at Saturday Markets and Artisan Fairs throughout the Pacific Northwest. These markets draw visitors from all over the world. On one very crowded day at the Saturday Market in Portland Oregon, people packed the isles. The crowd was so thick they could barely change direction. On the far side of the isle, opposite from the artist's booth, a man and woman saw the philboyd character 'running juggler' on the banner hanging above the booth. They immediately cut through the sea of people and stood in front of the philboyd booth, thoughtfully looking at the art. Then with a knowing smile the man said, "I know where you have walked," he studied the Artists' face, "you have touched the rocks of Chiricahua."
The Artist was really surprised. Portland Oregon is a long way from Chiricahua. "Yes I have but how would you know that?" There was no reference to the area on any display. "He knows because he is a revered Shaman of his people," replied the woman, "an ancestor of the 'Ancient Ones' from the land you have painted." She smiled, "you have honored him, his people and their land with your artwork." Then from a small pouch attached to his belt, the Shaman carefully extracted a golden orange powder. Ceremoniously he sprinkled it in front of the philboyd booth, and softly chanted a blessing.
Then he leaned over the counter and whispered a secret to the Artist. He took a step backwards, turned and was gone.
The Artist has remembered that day and made a vow to honor the spirit of
happiness and fun... Long may it run.