“imagination, n.: A warehouse of facts, with poet and liar in joint ownership.” – Ambrose Bierce
Ambrose Bierce looms large in my pantheon of creative rangers, with a career that began with Indiana farm boy, to wartime traumas while in the service of W.T. Sherman, to short story writer, to controversial San Francisco journalist extraordinaire, and finally, to his disappearance in Mexico while a correspondent embedded in Pancho Villa’s army. This is all dutifully reported in one way or another in the painting I call “St. Ambrose”. He is not to be confused with St. Ambrose, the Christian, who was also a scribe.