How did a grizzled, carousing, hard drinking Arizonan with the look of a seedy prospector manage to paint such winsome, frolicking, cherubic little children who seem to delight in life and have certainly delighted those who view them? I’m not what I seem, he said, and those who knew him agreed he was a bundle of contradictions. But there was no denying he was an artist of immense popularity who courted it by painting as much as possible on as many things as possible – more than 20 thousand canvases along with walls, bowls, plates, dresses and once, when challenged, a tortilla. Continue reading “The Artist Who Couldn’t Stop – Ettore “Ted” DeGrazia”