“Evening On Turtle Grove” by Clint J. Bova
“Evening On Turtle Grove”
20x20 oil on canvas
by Clint J. Bova, Fall 2026
This fall has been a wonderful stretch of forgiving weather, magical light, and some really good fly fishing for me. Taking my sketchbook on streams all over the Northeast has been a great calling for me. It has kept me company and has made me calm, empathetic, and grateful. The ritual is part of the whole.
My younger years in art schools in Hawaii and the West Coast provided me with a solid foundation not just to record moments, but to tell stories I would otherwise probably forget or not fully realize. The act of storytelling was ingrained in my raison d'etre very early on. My mother was an English teacher for 30 years and taught me the powers of the written word. Back in the late 1970s, she even had her own obscure cable channel in Hawaii where she read stories and fashioned puppets to engage children and inspire them to read and write. I attended Punahou School on Oahu for 12 years, K-12, learning Hawaiiana before U.S. history; it changed the way I viewed the world. By the time I left, I had collegiate-level skills. It was a very difficult school. I found college anticlimactic, so I engaged myself in the “studio life” where I practiced and mentored alongside some very talented artists. Today, raising children scares me. The system does not inspire; it churns. The system does not foster; it shoves. The system is broken. Education has to change on a monumental scale for this nation to right itself; given the now uncontrollable nature of technology, it is all of our responsibilities to keep education from foundering. It would be reckless to deny this in any way. The solutions are quite simple go back to the basics.
Find a quiet place and read, write, or draw.
Make it your passion; it will serve you well.
Thank you for letting me share.
Clint J. Bova
