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.
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Where He Listened Alone
There was wilderness that took them to Eden
A whirling glass that took them home
A...
The Path
Beside the river, I’d hear Him say your sins are cleansed, washed away, Your place...
Tally HO
It was a deep dark mystical forest where moss grows thick on trees, where...
Before Life’s Broken Dawn
A cigarette rested in the crystal ashtray atop the large leather embossed mahogany desk...
Farmer’s Prayer
Honey biscuits and sausage gravy,
Tell them, children, to settle and sit,
Its time for grace...
Running Away
Were you dodging, weaving, hiding from pain
Running down lost roads seeking fortune and fame
And...
Purple Haze
You’ll Know If You Had Been There /
{ PLEASE READ TWICE }
Too much too...
This is the South on a Summer Day
It was a low-down, dirty water, dusty kind of day,
That kind of morning where...
The Boys Of Summer
Growing up in the late ’50s and early ’60s was an exciting time. Kids...
Clouds
I sat beneath the great oak today that rests beside the dirt road next...