Rick Yost
Profile
I am happily married with two grown children and a 17yr old cat.
I am an artist, a musician, and a writer.
I get into Pat Metheny,Tom Waits, jazz & blues, movies, Emerson, and Margaritas.
For me there is something wonderful about the raw and sensuous act of guiding a sharpened pencil lead across a pristine sheet of paper that I’ve never gotten from paint or sculpture. Working with the first real tool of expression I was handed as a child is to me the shortest distance between inspiration and creation. Each graphite mark on my paper is still warm from the fire of my mind. It has little time to cool as it might while I labor with other mediums.
My creative subjects are usually different from things you experience everyday. (this is true of my art, music, and writing) I don’t see much point in doing what’s already been over-done. If I’m going to call myself an artist, I need to be as creative an artist as possible.
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Most of my life I’ve worked as a professional musician. I’ve played nightclubs, bars, and music festivals in Texas, Arkansas, Louisiana, Florida, New York, Hawaii, and Europe.
In 2001 I won the Wildflower National Songwriting Competition. I have played on radio, television, freelanced as a studio musician, and opened for some big names. It’s been a hoot!
I never was able to make a real living at it but I wouldn’t trade the experience for anything. I’m pretty-much retired at this point. I did it for 25 yrs.
You can check out my music on my website: www.rickyost.com
Groups
Rick Yost is a member of Alien Worlds and Landscapes and Pencil Drawing (2 per 24 hrs).
Art
Writing
XMAS
The parents were tied up and forced to watch their little girl being molested and beaten. She lived but the family dog was killed and hung above the fireplace. It was horrible.
The Y-files
I could be holding some cute guy’s testicles in my hands right now, asking him to turn his head and cough- but nooo!
IMAGINE THAT
We’ve gone into space and found nothing we couldn’t see from the ground. We should be looking deep into the mind, where we’ve all seen for ourselves that there’s something there.
CAPTURED BALLOONS
It was thought that if a man could catch one and lash himself to it, that it would take him to a wonderful cold place called the Ice Mountains.
ENJOYING THE MOMENT
He existed now as a vision inside his mind of a huge tangled ball of brightly burning white Christmas lights. He gently floated in mid-air.
SHAKEN NOT STIRRED
He had learned all about the world of espionage and acquired many of his deadly skills from his mentor- The Great 007. He’d seen all of the James Bond movies.
