Historical

The Boats of Payne

The boats of Payne
Set standards for all
Colors, composition and balance
Artists in awe
Studying his works
One studies to grow
Analyzing paintings by masters
Fertilizes the soul

A Man for all Seasons

A man for all seasons
A man from above
He painted his landscapes
Some say for love
Standards are set
And standards achieved
One piece in a collection
Is all that one needs.

Mountains Majestic

Mountains majestic
A subject for all
Who endeavor to paint
A landscape too tall
But color is vital
In setting the mood
And storm clouds reclining
Make haste for a tool

Trees On The Lake

Trees on the lake
Surrounding the town
Some come out to see
Colors the artist has found
Painted quite soundly
Balancing nature’s laws
Laws not always found
In towns where man abounds

Evening light

Evening light
Touching the sun
As few California artists have done
They rose with the day
And painted till night
And laid the foundation
For others to come
Braun Bischoff Payne and more
We owe a great debt
To those that came before

Trees in scattered light

Tress in scattered light
Bischoff painted early till night
No cameras or computers
To aid in the sight
But rising each morning
Artists painted all day
The light had to be captured

Seated Man

Seated Man is the painting
Folded hands are the focus
Duveneck the artist
Depicts the mood
The head is captured
The body tied in
A seated man is the subject
Deep thoughts are conveyed

Young Girl

Frank Duveneck is the artist
Teacher of Sargent it is said
Young Girl is the painting
A classic portrait at its best
Artist mentored and studied
One generation to the next
Each had his place
For works that were meant

Harbor At Twilight

Harbor at twilight
The end of the day
Masts soaring upward
The sun and the bay
Workers retired
Ships moored and cleaned
Dinner awaits us
Let us paint what we’ve seen

Autumn

Mountains majestic
Kavanaugh paints
At a time when
Few women would
Her moods were masterful
Her brushwork unrestrained
Not common for women
Painting in her day

Frost

Frost was his name
And snow was the game
Captured in Pennsylvania
Along with whatever came
The trees and the hillside
The frost and the road
But also great houses
Where the paintings were sold.

Morning Light

Morning light
Boats soon awake
Awaiting their master’s call
Fresh fish they take
The day just begun
Even the sails not yet stretched
But sailors are ready
Ready for the fight
They awake every morning
By dawns early light

Sleep

Sleep whispers sweat
At the end of the day
Dreams call to join them
To escape from our ways
What lies beyond them
No one can say
But tomorrow awaits us
Each night as we lay

Wedding procession

Wedding procession
Not always bride and groom
But guests are depicted
This mood has been chosen
For reasons unknown
Perhaps it is wedding background
Not always festive and new
But life lived abundantly
Pictures thru guests young and old

Behind Us We Look

Things left behind us
Are often unseen
Then why do we paint them?
What others don’t see
Purpose of art insights unknown
Not painting things easily shown
Such is the call many may fall
But in the end art is the all

Dance Rehearsal

Dancers share the stage
Only one can shine
Others run about
Looking in time
Behind the scenes much the same
Hopefuls of every age
Hope abounds for all of us
Just to be queen of the ball