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

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]

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.

SOLD

Summer porch

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


Pastel, 7 x 5
SOLD [PA/Florida]

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. http://www.flandersfieldsmusic.com/thepoem.html

Watercolor, 5x7, $100.

Sunny Narcissus

The Narcissus have smiled. 
They must call it a day. 
Time in the sun is over.
Let the other flowers shine.

Pastel, 7 x 5, $70.

Purple Rain, painting, Bohoy

I didn't plan on painting purple rain. 
Coming home, as I drove around the curve, people were walking up the college hill. It was pouring gray. With an umbrella rainbow- red, yellow, orange, green and blue- but it needed purple. 
So... purple rain it became. 

" Purple rain, purple rain
I only want to see you
Only want to see you
In the purple rain"
Prince

Pastel, 8X10, $225.

Patiently waiting for Spring, Bohoy

Keep the faith.

Hats and sweaters, and jackets on hand.

Even Fido burrows in sand.

We wait... patiently,
stoically, hopefully.

For spring's coming.

Later, better than never.

(FYI- for those in other places-- in New England it's still snowing and cold.)

Pastel, 10 x 8, $125.

Drink to Ireland

A toast to to Ireland.
Take your choice:
A spot-o-tea in a china cup 
or a chug of brew in a frosty mug.
Beannachtam na Femle Pradig 
(Happy St. Patrick's Day).

"Spot O Tea" , 5x7, watercolor, $125.

 "Oktoberfest", 5x7 watercolor, $90.

Cranberry Harvest

8x10 pastel, SOLD Masssachusetts