Imaginative Paintings


Top Price For Gold
2021
o/c
20" x 36"
NFS
2021
o/c
20" x 36"
NFS
This painting is from a drawing I did about 7 years earlier standing on the sidewalk at 231St, and Broadway in NYC. The man looking for sellers of their gold and jewelry was there.


Adolescence
2020
o/c
30"x24"
NFS
2020
o/c
30"x24"
NFS
I started this painting by trying to do an image that coordinated with a poem my friend Terry-Anya Hayes wrote but the image drifted so far from the poem I changed the title to what showed up.
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Click on > upper right to see earlier figure paintings.
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HER POCKET FULL OF PINS
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(sorry I have to use / marks to indicate the line endings)
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A little respite never hurt anyone,
she said as she retired from everything,
I'll walk the dog, that's work enough for me,
and brush my teeth, maybe, and I think
Fish, I think I'd like to learn to fish.
At the library, the only book she found
on fishing was The Old Man and the Sea
so she decided to wing it, went down to the shore
on her pink and purple two wheeler singing
You get a line and I'll get a pole honey,
her pocket full of pins. And the wind blew
like a melody suddenly remembered like
her mother used to sing when her mother was young
and the ocean pricked up its many ears
and the gulls' cries broke on the rocks like clapping
and the fish laughed and she laughed too
and all the way home on her flower colored bike
the wind fondled her hair as if invited
and she decided retiring from every thing
did not include whatever the wind wanted
and she opened her yellow door and let him in.
Terry-Anya Hayes
1/1/15 Day 1 (5) Revised 5-20-18
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Click on > upper right to see earlier figure paintings.
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HER POCKET FULL OF PINS
.
(sorry I have to use / marks to indicate the line endings)
.
A little respite never hurt anyone,
she said as she retired from everything,
I'll walk the dog, that's work enough for me,
and brush my teeth, maybe, and I think
Fish, I think I'd like to learn to fish.
At the library, the only book she found
on fishing was The Old Man and the Sea
so she decided to wing it, went down to the shore
on her pink and purple two wheeler singing
You get a line and I'll get a pole honey,
her pocket full of pins. And the wind blew
like a melody suddenly remembered like
her mother used to sing when her mother was young
and the ocean pricked up its many ears
and the gulls' cries broke on the rocks like clapping
and the fish laughed and she laughed too
and all the way home on her flower colored bike
the wind fondled her hair as if invited
and she decided retiring from every thing
did not include whatever the wind wanted
and she opened her yellow door and let him in.
Terry-Anya Hayes
1/1/15 Day 1 (5) Revised 5-20-18


Garden Party II
2018
o/c
16" x 21"
NFS
2018
o/c
16" x 21"
NFS
Hit the > button for Garden Party I.
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samuelthurston@gmail.com


Garden Party I
2018
o/c
22"x26"
NFS
2018
o/c
22"x26"
NFS


Four Figure Landscape
2010
o/c
15" x 20"
$2,500
2010
o/c
15" x 20"
$2,500
Here is a poem by Terry-Anya Hayes responding to the painting.
Crossing
The trick is, stay busy
wash the laundry again
in the river of blood. Nothing
is what you've got now, nothing
in the pitcher or the small bowl —
Meanwhile on the other side,
see their sun shine, their sheets
remember beds, even their stones
sharper and more plentiful.
Best not to look.
Best to stretch and fold,/ mind on empty, blue with—
is it cold?
2018
Crossing
The trick is, stay busy
wash the laundry again
in the river of blood. Nothing
is what you've got now, nothing
in the pitcher or the small bowl —
Meanwhile on the other side,
see their sun shine, their sheets
remember beds, even their stones
sharper and more plentiful.
Best not to look.
Best to stretch and fold,/ mind on empty, blue with—
is it cold?
2018