“’Patriotic Humanitarian!’ That should be the title of the article!” James Hayward, outfitted in blue jeans and a white ten-gallon hat, leads us around the grounds of his Moorpark ranch. He has a six-shooter in his right hand and a lit joint dangling from his pursed lips. The ground below his shoes crunches and crumbles as he serves up his slice of the American Dream. Hayward—72 and tall, weathered like a cowboy, with sunlit eyes that have seen their fair share of “war stories” (according to his friend and fellow artist Ed Moses)—has been creating visual artwork since the third grade, but is mostly known for his extensive body of minimalist, abstract paintings. Exhibited at MOCA and LACMA as well as ICA in London, along with more than a dozen other galleries and museums, Hayward says, “[I want to] make something that is shareable. That your fellow human beings can maybe look at and instead of seeing war and being ashamed of their species, they can look at it and go, ‘my people made that. I’m part of that.’” For the complete article, please visit the following link.