W. Truman Hosner | On Being Driven and Artistic Growth
/Pastel Society of the West Coast
by Pamela Comfort
Margaret DeDecker, whose gallery carries Truman’s work says of him, “Bill wears his charm on his lapel” and “his chivalry is omnipresent.” She refers to his paintings as “framed poetry.”
Truman jokes with me that he had to give “Maggie” great sums of money to say that. I find Truman to be an engaging conversationalist, willing to share some of the lesser known background and experiences that have contributed to his great success as an artist and instructor. It’s evident that Truman’s achievement and his art reflect very deliberate and analytical study and preparation, paired with an intense passion and ded-ication to authentic creativity.
Tell us about your upbringing, were there artists in your family or others who inspired you to become an artist when you were young? You grew up in Detroit, correct?
Yes, born at Harper Hospital, which is now part of a big-ger Detroit medical complex, but, my parents first moved to St. Clair Shores, and then moved about a year later. My mother was from a farm in Nebraska and she had an unfortunate thing happen as a young child. Her father and mother wanted to ranch. Her father was very good at training horses, and he had been bringing in train car loads of horses and training them and selling them to the farmers for work. They bought a ranch in Montana. In January of 1919 they sold the farm and all of the livestock and implements, and he, against family advice, got on the train to go to Montana to get the deed to the new ranch and caught the swine flu, that was that big other flu pandemic, and in three days was dead.
So then, my mother and her younger sister, my mother was three at the time, and her younger sister was a new-born—they kind of bounced around the West out there. I think Grandma Mary was trying to find a way to make a living. My mother’s younger sister, when she was three, fell down some stairs at a boarding house and died. At some point, her dad’s brother and his wife brought my mother home to Nebraska, where she spent her forma-tive years. So, she really considered that to be her family. They had a son that she considered to be a brother. After she met my dad, and they married, and they had this newborn baby, which was me, I was the first of three, they found an acre of land just outside of Detroit. My mother built a little garden, a half-acre vegetable garden, and flower gardens, and all these things.
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