Randy Meador is a wholly self-taught artist without any instruction except his own exhaustive study of works by Winslow Homer, John Singer Sargent, Nicolai Fechin, and Joaquin Sorolla. Born near the Waggoner Ranch in Vernon, Texas and raised on a smaller ranch in Central West Texas, he fell in love with the hues of the West and returned to those hues in 2007 as a full-time artist.
Randy is a two-time Texas Watercolorist of the Year, has been awarded Best of Show in five international exhibitions, and attends approximately 40 shows each year. He designed several 12-foot stone relief panels for new TCU stadium, three large monuments for the Chickasaw Nation, and two life-sized horse sculptures for City of Grand Prairie, TX. Randy is an artist for the Chris Kyle Foundations, for Wounded Warrior Project, and has a solo show with Justin Boots. He is also a popular workshop instructor, and regularly lectures museum staff, students, teachers, and enthusiasts concerning western art and watercolor technique.
Randy is a University of Oklahoma graduate and actively supports US veteran groups around the country.
I was raised on a small ranch in Stephens County, Texas, but we were pretenders, not ranchers. Although my father loved to ride, he was in the five-n-dime store business and the land was leased to REAL ranchers with real cowboys, but from these men I learned. This little kid observed
From these men and my father, I learned how to work hard, how to show respect, how to be humble, how to lead, and how to dream. Each time the ranch foreman asked me to ride fence, I didnt care that it was the lowest, most menial job. I was a cowboy! I fed stock, gathered cows, hunted predators, helped with doctoring and branding until the romance finally wore off, but the love never did. I love it still.
Today I have the best job! I still observe real cowboys, male and female, some of the brightest and toughest. I get to create snapshots of their lives as they intersect yours, in oil paintings, watercolor, and sculpture. As a cowboy, Ill forever be a greenhorn and Im still a pretty sorry hand, but I hope I can fill a small role in telling part of the story that makes the American West touch something deep inside our collective psyche, that place where we are all cowboys.
Now Ive come home. Saint Jo, Texas. Where the Chisholm Trail launched cowboys across the Red River and into the pages of history and our American cowboy lore. And I get to ride fence.