Michael T. Wyszynski Fine Art

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I've always carried a pencil or pen in my pocket to scribble and doodle.  In fact those are two of my favorite words.  As a teenager trying to figure out a changing world I dove head first into art class.  But as my world continued to change I got lost.  
I joined the Navy right out of High School.  Upon completion of boot camp I was stationed aboard the USS Midway, home port Yokuska, Japan.  I had the good fortune to travel all over Asia and the Middle East.  After two long years on the Midway, just after Desert Storm, I transferred to the USS Missouri, home port, Long Beach, California.  I only spent about a year on her decks, but two very memorable experiences came out of that year.  I had the good fortune of sailing into Pearl Harbor on December 7th, 1991, marking the Fiftieth anniversary of the bombing of Pearl Harbor.  For those non history buffs, the Japanese surrendered onboard the USS Missouri in 1945.  A few months later, after  quick trips to San Francisco and Seattle, I and few hundred other sailors, shared in the experience of decommissioning the last Battleship in the US Navy, making us, hopefully forever, the last Battleship sailors in the world.   
In the summer of 1992 I drove out of the Naval Base in Long Beach for the last time and headed inland toward the Pacific Crest Trail to meet a friend and spend some time hiking.  At the end of the summer I headed north to Montana.  Years earlier, while at sea in the middle of the Indian Ocean, I happened across a biology text book in the library aboard the USS Midway.  I was immediately hooked.  I fell in love with the word Eukaryote.  When I finished hiking I drove to Missoula, Montana to study biology at the   University of Montana.  But after three serious years of intense love, biology and I broke up.  Being a stubborn and serious mid-westerner I maintained my commitment to her and finished with a degree in Biology, though I knew I'd never use it.  
A few years after college I found myself lost again, this time in Telluride, Colorado.  I've been lost in this area ever since, almost twenty years now.  I kept my passion for art mostly to myself during those many years until I took a pastel class taught by Bruce Gomez.  I was hooked.  I had found love again.  I could share my work again.  And, more importantly, I felt for the first time in a very long time like I wasn't lost anymore.
I hope you enjoy my work. 

 An Idea was born

Thanks to the love and support of my wife and family I've been able to take a few tentative steps toward a future I never dreamed possible.  I hope to continue on this terrifying journey. 


Yes, I do commissions.  I've already done a few and I'd love to do more.  If you're reading this and have an idea, perhaps you have some wall space that needs filling, let me know, I'm sure we can work something out.