Gordon Snidow

What I have seen, lived and painted is only a chapter in the saga called the West. What we used to call the future is now the past. It is called the “good old days,” where there were no cowboys riding horseback with a cellphone, wind farms, gooseneck trailers or crew cab pickups! In the “good old days,” the cowboys still dragged calves to the fire. I began painting so long ago that I can hardly remember when I first started. I’m 78 years old, and I had my first art show in the