Monday, July 24, 2017

West Texas Bar Dog Orginal Georgia Red Mud Painting

Here's a fellow in a bar out in West Texas,
the dog is there to get on the mean drunks,
but he hasn't seen one of those,
since a rowdy bunch came through from Georgia.
This one is available here

Friday, July 21, 2017

Farewell Dueling Banjo Rattlesnake Cobra Joes Georgia Red Mud Masterpiece

This one was my last great Red Mud started at my last place before getting this old 1880's home way out in the country, that's about killed me several times. I said goodbye to this one recently after keeping it here since 2014.
I painted this one in 2013/14. It was the last in a few variations based on these men who duel on their instruments while deadly snakes dance on their necks. Whoever can't keep up gets bit, so these men are playing for dear life.
The first version of these fellows consisted of rattlesnakes around their necks. This one has the even more and rare Georgia Rattlesnake Cobra. If you ever see one of these snakes slithering around here in Georgia you better run for dear life.
After this painting I stopped this, I just couldn't do any better than this one and it was very challenging to do. Worked on it for over a year off and on.
I also made a wood frame mounted on the back with lattice sides. I've worked in several frame galleries over the last 30 years, that experience was priceless.

Wednesday, June 21, 2017

Chicken Farm Couple (Not On Speaking Terms) Georgia Red Mud Painting S.C. Chandler

I painted this one thinking about an argument these two chicken farmers had.
They are an old married couple and got into it about their favorite chickens.
Well the two chickens started fighting and it escalated up.
So here they are petting their birds trying not to catch each others eye.
This one is available here

Sunday, May 21, 2017

Fighting Black Cat Harmonica Blues Original Georgia Red Mud Painting 2017

This man plays his harmonica and those cats on his lap start fighting.
When he stops playing the cats settle down.
He's either a terrible harmonica player or those cats got dancing and fighting all mixed up.
Available from 5/21/17 to 5/28/17 clickHere

Sunday, May 14, 2017

Catfish Alligator Jump Georgia Red Mud Painting SC Chandler

This man went out one day and caught dinner. On his way home through the marsh two alligators decided to sneak up on him under the red mud.
The man jumped straight up, threw his pole, his tackle, but is holding onto dinner for dear life. This is a lively scene, one I would like to do larger but my art time is tight.
This one is on a larger piece of matboard and will look great floated in a black frame with a mat backing under glass so you can see all the edges of the piece.
I am busy with the big oil figure series on canvas, but do like to take a break and do my Georgia Red Mud Series from time to time.
It is hard juggling both, but I keep on trying.
get it here

Tuesday, March 21, 2017

Vidalia Onions, Southern Stoneware, Coonhounds & Cotton Mounds

We got this Hewell Bowl up near Brasstown Bald a few years ago.

It's held quite a few different edibles for paintings over the years.

This is a recent Coonhound On A Cotton Mound.

The first one I ever did hangs in the house.

So I'll never forget.

Saturday, February 18, 2017

Slave Shack Smokehouse Original Georgia Red Mud Painting

Been working on a painting series of my old shack. I stare at it all the time off my back porch-studio.

There was several back there at one time on a dirt street called Monday Street.

One day long years ago the firemen practiced on them. Mine is the only one left.

It was a smokehouse too and sometimes a old fork makes its way above ground on the dirt floor inside.

Monday Street is long gone too, taken back by the Georgia Jungle.

Thursday, December 1, 2016

Old Stoneware Root Vegetable Still Life Red Mud Paintings End 2016

More of the old Georgia Stoneware Series with Yukon Gold & Sweet Potatoes.

Saturday, November 5, 2016

Hog Sloppin, Good Liquor, Bad Home Brew & Changing Paintings

This one wasn't even done a week before it got gone, visitors to the house all the way from Texas. Nice, nice folks. Never did get a decent photo, oh well.

Planned a big thing with this one.

How it changed due to a comment over the subject and what was in their hands.

I thought, I'm not changing my history, my story, the my times on my grandads farm, just to make it more palatable to someone's pocketbook.

Then I remembered, the booze. The booze was always there too.

So I exchanged their hog whackin' bats for booze and it was all OK.

One thing will never change, the Boss always gets the good liquor.

Sunday, July 31, 2016

Catfish Stringer, Long John Rabbits Food Box Art Sabbatical

I've decided to not list my available work for a while. This will be implemented soon. My older Red Mud's and other art is starting to pop-up more in auction catalogs so it's out there enough. It is hard marketing your art on your own. I've been lucky I guess without even a website. Maybe it's time or a gallery I can fit into, that has not been easy to find either, not that I've ever looked though. It is hard to find anyone you can trust in the art biz. So, I will still post on this blog from time to time and thin my Sunday listings of 1-3 paintings down to zero? We shall see...who's looking at this blog anyway? I think I'll just enjoy making art for myself for a while.

This painting is called Catfish Stringer, the latest from the food box series. It is available for one week click here

Below is The Long John Rabbit It was my previous most recent work in the Food Box Series. It sold.

Thursday, June 16, 2016

Vagrant With A Savannah Swamp Dog Painting

The vagrant is gonna be up in that marsh oak all night long.

That swamp dog has his scent, until something better comes along.

It's alright though...

That vagrant is feeling no pains and in no hurry at all.

Sunday, June 5, 2016

Hog Sloppin', Frog Giggin' & Bird Doggin'

I'm working on a large painting about a hog slopping frenzy. I wish I could post photos, but revealing my process would definitely bring out a few Mr. Slugworths and they can stick where the sun don't shine. My Grandad kept a slop bucket by the kitchen table for his pigs.
All the scraps went in there, if a cigarette got accidentally scraped in "paw' would have a fit. Even though he was the only person smoking, you got blamed for the damn butt in the slop bucket. When we would get out to the pins to slop the hogs he always had a big stick or a bat. He would knock the living daylights out of the big hogs if the little ones couldn't get in to the frenzy. And the funniest thing was watching him cuss and whack if two hogs started fighting, Grandpa right in the middle.
There's a few low-life's out there over the years trying to steal my "Red Mud" look and stories, they're just trying to steal from my life because they have none of their own. These particular paintings of mine from over the years are an autobiography, my life sold on God. This painting I did as a break from a larger variation I started before.
I had to do this painting to figure things out, because the larger version is kicking my ass, when you see, if you see it, you will understand. It just might be the most challenging Red Mud I've tried, ....stay tuned.

So I did this smaller version of sorts to try and work something out. It really doesn't do the big version justice, but I am happy with it nonetheless.

Then there was this fella, sneaking around in the Savannah marsh, looking for bullfrogs to gig. When I was a tiny kid my Grandad in Texas had a huge frog gig.

It hung in the rafters of his garage. It must have been 12 feet of bamboo and an iron gig on the end. They gigged frogs out at the family farm in ponds, but out there in Texas they didn't call them ponds, they called them tanks. I love fried frog legs, one of the best things you can eat.
By the time I was old enough, we just caught the bullfrogs with our fishing poles and a dry jig...or the .22, BB gun, bow and arrow, etc. I also love Savannah, I'm moving there someday. In the mean time I go down there as much as I can...frogs better watch out.

But don't get me started on hunting southern quail vs. California quail. There is no debate. California quail is a man challenge, Southern quail, you're letting the dog do all the work.

I never hunted quail in the south. Saw enough of it though from the high class hunters. I did hunt California quail. California quail were much bigger and more challenging to hunt. You could not use a dog out there. You had to use a quail call and stalk the covey through the thick California Chaparrel. A bird dog was useless out there.
When you hit a covey it seemed like a thousand birds all at once swarming you and you shot like hell, just hoping your bird wouldn't land in a slew full of wild hogs. If so, you better find the nearest tree, because birdshot aint gonna do nothing to a mad wild hog. Click here for my art listings (although some of my auctions do not show right away because eBay is really screwed up these days, so check back from time to time. I probably should be quitting eBay here in the near future, it's just become such an addicting activity with the art over the years.