September 27, 2016

Mom and her dog

From my exhibit- 
"Many years; Many faces"
Category: Women- Mom

Mom Loves Choochie.
You can see it in her eyes; 
the sweet smile.
She loves her dog. 
More than anything.
Her friend, her child, her world.

 80s, Pencil, NFS

September 21, 2016


From my exhibit- "Many years; Many faces" 
Category: Men- Friend
In the 80s I began a painting project where I attempted to paint people as I saw them in another era, country, or style. Herewith is one of them:

I pictured velvet, embroidered and rich.
A person of stature. 
Tall in spirit; gentle in manner.
Could be a footman, a page,
or a king."
~ Johanna Bohoy

Mixed media, 17.5 x 14

September 15, 2016

Top Hat

From my exhibit- "Many years; Many faces"
Category: Men
In the 80s I began a painting project where I attempted to paint people as I saw them in another era, country, or style. Herewith is one of them:

I envisioned him at the turn of the century.
In top hat and cape.
Dashing and handsome.
Beard and bow.
Summoning his carriage to swoop me up.
 ~ Johanna Bohoy

“Top hat,”approx. 1985, mixed media, 17.5 x 14, NFS

September 6, 2016

Many years; Many faces- Bohoy painting exhibit

You are cordially invited to view my exhibit: 
"Many years; Many faces" 
Paintings that capture many men, women, children and pets who have been a part of my life throughout the years. 
Beverly Farms Library, 24 Vine St, Beverly Farms, MA, (978) 921-6066
Through the month of September, 2016.

(This is a sequel to my recent exhibit “Many years; Many places; Travels from my hand” which featured the many places I had traveled throughout the years)

August 16, 2016

Summer splash

Hot summer night. 
The sun is setting pink.
Satin sea edged in lace.
"Big kids" sit on watch.
Little kids play,
and play
and play
and play...

West Beach, Beverly Farms, MA.

Pastel, 8x10, $150.

July 25, 2016

Little Farmer, pastel, Bohoy

ROAD TRIP- paintings from upstate NY

Look what the chickens left.
My college friend's baby gathers the eggs.
Farmer in the dell; little Nell.
Fitted with overalls, bandana, and basket.
Now she's grown.
Too cute to forget.

Pastel, 5 x 7, SOLD

July 6, 2016

Summer Wind- hot, hot, hot

"The summer wind, came blowin in - from across the sea
It lingered there, so warm and fair - to walk with me
All summer long, we sang a song - and strolled on golden sand
Two sweethearts, 
and the summer wind
Like painted kites, those days and nights - went flyin by
The world was new, beneath a blue - umbrella sky
Then softer than, a piper man - one day it called to you
And I lost you, 
to the summer wind
The autumn wind, and the winter wind - have come and gone
And still the days, those lonely days - go on and on
And guess who sighs his lullabies - through nights that never end
My fickle friend, 
the summer wind."
1965 song, music by Henry Mayer, lyrics by Johnny Mercer

Pastel, 5 x 7, $125. [discount price $100.-contact me]

June 30, 2016

Uncle Sam & Ma'am on wheels

One 4th.
Our "Horribles Parade."
Uncle Sam and his Ma'am.
Striped and starred on wheels.
Vroom vroomed on past the revelers.

Only in America.


June 21, 2016

Summer porch

and the livin' is easy."
A slant of sun,
A pillow to prop, 
A cup of somethin'
A flower to view.
Sum, sum summertime."

Pastel, 7 x 5, $75.
SOLD [PA/Florida]

May 26, 2016

Proud Poppy

Once WWI was over the poppy was amazingly one of the only plants to grow on the now barren battlefields. 
Blazing orange-red, proud, beautiful- yet delicate- they stood at attention as they saluted the soldiers who had died. Thus it became the flower symbol for all veterans who served our countries. 

"In Flanders fields the poppies blow
Between the crosses, row on row,
That mark our place; and in the sky
The larks, still bravely singing, fly
Scarce heard amid the guns below.

We are the Dead. Short days ago
We lived, felt dawn, saw sunset glow,
Loved and were loved, and now we lie
In Flanders fields.

Take up our quarrel with the foe:
To you from failing hands we throw
The torch; be yours to hold it high.
If ye break faith with us who die
We shall not sleep, though poppies grow
In Flanders fields."
Composed at the battlefront on May 3, 1915  during the second battle of Ypres, Belgium by Lieutenant Colonel John McCrae.

Watercolor, 5x7, $100.