Art is Long. Life is Short.

On May 1, 2025 at 10:34 AM my father took his last breath. Surrounded by his loving family he drifted off to a place void of pain. My own heart seemed to stop at that moment - I couldn't begin to imagine what this life was going to be like without my dad in it. 

I have always been a "daddy's girl." The relationship between my Dad and me had many levels to it - we were business partners, travel companions, and friends. For years he would say to me, "Kassie you have to be like Van Gogh's sister-in-law. That is how my artwork will live on forever." Well Dad, the time has come. Although I worked side by side for over 30 years, my job has just begun! Today, I pledge to share with the world your God-given talent and tell EVERYONE about what a great artist you were. 

This Blog is just the beginning ... let's make sure the world NEVER forgets Al Sprague Art!

I consider myself and my family to be the lucky ones. Although Dad has left us physically, he lives on in spirit through every piece of artwork he produced. Each morning I wake up  I have the honor and privilege to feel his love through his artwork that hangs throughout my home. Today I invite you to join me on this journey into the soul of an artist who shared his passion and God-given talent through his art

J Street Orange Vendor, 2016

"Much knowledge comes from people who have insignificant things to say." - Al Sprague's Journal, April 5, 1995

Dad had a keen sense for seeing the beauty in the most simple everyday activities on the streets of Panama. This painting lays it right out in front of us all - a simple fruit vendor, set up on J Street in Panama City, Panama. His cart is full of oranges and all he wants to do is make some sales to take care of his family. The streets are bustling, people are walking past and never taking another look at the beautiful contrast of the colors and shapes that make this painting so special... nobody but Dad. He saw the composition come to life right in front of him. He knew what he wanted to express and was able to do just that. 

Today, I look at this painting and I can hear my Dad's voice and feel his love for a country and its culture. I can hear him say, "Kassie, take the time to enjoy the simple things in life."