Johnny Johnston

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An artist/writer as well as graduate of the University of South Carolina with degrees in journalism/20th Century American Literature, and retired senior executive of several international hotel/resort corporations, Johnny is the product of the south having been raised in the ever-changing transient lifestyle of a Carolina coastal resort. A point where he discovered, within his 300-year-old heritage and the world's dramatic social/cultural shifts during the late '60s to early 80’s an ambitious hunger and overwhelming curiosity to touch, see and become a participant in the virtually unlimited possibilities offered to those who wish for and seek life experiences. A journey which when hearing its details initially makes one a bit skeptical, questioning its validity as it is hard to imagine that incidents such as these may have crossed one man’s lifetime. This is the fodder required to step into zones exposing one's personal inner self, which many of his paintings and the words he writes do, openly. An ability to see and hear the tragic, beautiful, accomplished, exciting journey in a life free of inhibitions allowing others the opportunity to live vicariously and become, through his works, a part of its future. His larger works which have been featured in several Colorado and Fredericksburg Texas galleries and resorts have produced a number of collectors and fans. However, over the years, his paintings are mostly viewed by friends, enthusiastic new artist encountered on the streets or a small number of acquaintances he meets when dining in local cafés with his wife.
I’ve witnessed the darkness of another’s pain, And reached out in ways unseen, My stories inside the door, My help not something explored, When those who suffer and are lost, When my thoughts watching are twisted and tossed, And burning my heart to its core. ❖ When...
My youngest son asked one day, where do roads begin, I thought a minute, then I said, I guess where man first stands. ❖ For in each step our journey takes we move along a path, That guides us through our earthly lives...
MY MAMMY’S POND  Those were the nights Hounds bayed in the distance, A coon being hunted in the yellow moon lite. ❖ Bullfrogs gathered for a summertime opera Baritone groans alive come twilight. ❖ The rain had just passed The old grey board farmhouse Crickets fiddled And...
THE WALLS Wisdom deceived the night, Turning dawn into a bright new day, Flowers draped the sharpened edge and covered thoughts run astray, Still, the notes of mystical winds pulled from a hallowed choir, These are the strings of the fortnight song. ❖ Follow wild the...
If you wake to find yourself good luck. If life never seems to change, you probably slept through the feature. If you find yourself in life’s passions, hold on and reach for the stars. If you discover life’s journey, pray and ask...
A week ago, come Sunday we sat in His house and prayed, Asked for grace, Walked in the light, Inhaled the aroma of a new dawn’s day. A week ago, come Monday we heard a covey flush, The call of the wild, A cool north...
My father, who wasn’t a fisherman, bought my brother and me fishing rods when were about seven or eight. Not surf rods which were long and made for casting but the thick bulky short rods with threads securing the eyes...
It was a long, big, burgundy red Buick, cloth bench seats and a silver dash. This was the 50’s and a time when the highways were narrow, the nights long and journeys of any distance arduous. A time when we always...
It was a salt wind that burned, And the sounds of the sea, That took me always here. The taste of freedom on the waves that filled my thoughts and calmed my fears. Soaring gulls who flew above, And waters that rushed to shore. And...
It’s a new beginning and your eyes are with the weight of sleep and fear of the morrow realizing that the knowledge of a new dawn breaks the crest of a golden horizon. What was, is now gone, And what is...

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