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dozens of drawings. At night he sat in a cottage above the
beach painting or inking his sketches. As a favor he daub
ed ink on a sketch he made more than a year ago of the
busted-up bones of the Alvin R, a troller that sank out
side Silver Point in September, 1978, and washed upon the
beach. Two crewmen were killed. A week after his sketch
a storm pounded the splintered hull against the rocks until
it was powder.
One day, during a lull between storms, Schuster left the
yellow bus at Oswald West State Park and hiked to Neah
Kah Nie Mountain. After several hours painting he walked
back to the bus and discovered the battery was dead. By
then it was dark and blustery. He walked along the high
way from Oswald West to Arch tape. Passing autos never
stopped. “ No rides, and no wonder,’’ Schuster said after
he dried out. “ There’s a lot of wild and no civilization
along that stretch. Throw in a howling gale with a gleam
ing black rain-slicker on a wet bearded hitchhiker on a
dark lonely road and you've got potential for a hitchless
hiker.”
His wife tracked him down a few days later. He said he
would be back in a day or two, but he said that his previous
visit the year before. He left most of his sketches, which he
does after every visit, and as a result quite a number of his
friends have built sizeable collections of Michael Schuster’s
art over the years.
I l / v i o C A L z L t, h K lU A Y , 21 M A K C H 1980
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