Aycock House Holiday Sale

Pics from last year's show at the house... Fun!  You are invited!  Bring a friend .  This Saturday November 21 9-5   1135 N Denver, Tulsa

Penny sale on 2 paintings

I have a little 6x6 portrait and 6x6 painting of garlic ( Scott Aycock) starting at a penny on my ebay auction.  Click here to visit

French Convent Guest House

My heart sank as we listened to the news out of Paris and I remembered back to a couple of years ago when we stayed at a French convent in Provence where a friend resides as one of the sisters there and was celebrating her jubilee year.  I also remember fondly hanging out with two young Parisian soccer players who were our air bnb guests last year.  We were all snowed in here as were 3 musicians who couldn't travel due to the weather.  A bottle of wine, a great meal cobbled together made for an excellent, memorable evening.  I am pulling out some paintings from those times and putting them out in my ebay gallery.  This one here is the house where we stayed in Provence.
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SOLD! Red Ryder Rifle from the book, " In Tandem"

I wanted to paint this response to one of my favorite poems as if it were like an icon.   I hoped to reflect the things a child holds dear.

RED RYDER RIFLE

I remember the day my brother

put down his Red Ryder Rifle.

“I’m too big for kid games,” he said.

He stood, ducking his head,

exiting the door to our fort.

I pleaded, “Don’t go,”

but my brother was through the door.

Then taunted,

“what’s the matter- too big to play with me now?”

The voice of a child could not bring him back.

For my brother it was no longer a choice.

He shook off his childhood

as though the fit weren’t right.

I watched as he strode ‘cross uncle’s pasture toward giggling girls

huddled at the gate,

speaking in whispers I could not understand.

My brother understood.

He walked stiffly,

his creased jeans barely breaking line.

It occurred to me, he walked like my father.

The door closed.

For a moment I was sad,

and then I remembered the Red Ryder Rifle.

In Tandem Sunday Morning.... and Snakes

Scott and I had a fantastic opening of our show and now that things have settled down a bit I can share a few of the pieces with you.  Here are a few that are in the book, " In Tandem," which is available for purchase with free shipping withing the USA.

SNAKES

                                                                                                                                                               

Sunday mornings

Southern Baptists

Summer heat

All those “S’s” hissing!

In the garden, preacher warned,

“Snakes will lull you to sleep.”

My head in grandmother’s lap

Twirling fans,

suspended from the ceiling.

Never pushing air enough…

sweating

                hearing voice,

not words…

                rising, falling

                    rising, falling.

The stroke of her fingers

tongue at my neck

in my ear

Hissing!

Preacher’s voice

distant and hollow

    as though listening underwater,                                          

to a voice calling

                softly, tenderly

                   rising, falling

                hissing in my ear

sleep. . . sleep. . .  ssssssss . . . .

First Friday opening looks great!

 

The first couple of paintings are hung...