Portfolio: Available Paintings

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11-24-11: Updated -

Some new paintings available . . . these are low-res snapshots – (You get the best version when you become the painting’s owner.) more to come . . . this is by no means a complete list of available work – please contact me if you need more information. 515-360-2452

“One Day at the Market” is now available at the Dundee Gallery in Omaha, NE along with several other new ones.

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4-1-11:  Each of the following paintings are from my “Malcontents and Neer-do-wells” series examining Aesops Fables

(All images are copyrighted and may not be reproduced without permission from the artist.)

I attached a version of each fable to remind people of the story connected with the painting.

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The mice had a general council to consider what measures they could take to outwit their common enemy, the Cat. Some said this, and some said that; but at last a young mouse got up and said he had a proposal to make, which he thought would meet the case.

“You will all agree,” said he,
“that our chief danger consists in the sly and treacherous manner in which the enemy approaches us. Now, if we could receive some signal of her approach, we could easily escape from her. I venture, therefore, to propose that a small bell be procured, and attached by a ribbon round the neck of the Cat. By this means we should always know when she was about, & could easily retire while she was in the neighborhood.”

This proposal met with general applause,
until an old mouse got up and said:
“That is all very well, but who is to bell the Cat?”
The mice looked at one another and nobody spoke.
Then the old mouse said:
“It is easy to propose impossible remedies.”

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An Eagle was soaring through the air when suddenly it heard the whizz of an Arrow, and felt itself wounded to death.

Slowly it fluttered down to the earth,
with its life-blood pouring out of it.

Looking down upon the Arrow with which it had been pierced, it found that the shaft of the Arrow had been feathered with
one of its own plumes.
“Alas!” it cried, as it died:
“We often give our enemies the means for our own destruction.”

more to come. . .