Repartee Gallery

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	A Plot Of Her Own The scene is rural America and the focal point is family and farm, bound by love and respect. They are the simple ties that bind, and this mother and daughter cultivate it all with a dawn to dusk commitment to work, giving and sharing. (See options...)


	A Resting Place I (See options...)


	A Resting Place Ii (See options...)


	Acadia Tea And Tennis Society (See options...)


	All That I Am All that I am or ever hope to be, I owe to my angel mother. Abraham Lincoln (See options...)


	Always There “Of the many paintings I’ve created, Always There holds the deepest meaning for me,” says Jean. “Our son had been diagnosed with a serious disease and my husband and I went through a period of great uncertainty. One day we went to the beach and I watched as my husband wrapped our son in his arms and walked out on the rocks by the shore. I saw so much love between them; so much hope in the ties that bind father and son.” We’re pleased to report that Jean’s little boy is fine today. Jean also tells us that this special moment in time changed not only her painting, but also her life. “The scene inspired me to put more emotion into each new painting I do and it also matured me as an artist. In that one moment I was reminded that the most important thing in life is love. I hope this painting can be an inspiration for others to hug and love their children everyday.” Published from the artist’s original oil painting. (See options...)


	Apple Pie (See options...)


	Autumn Hayride In celebration of twenty years collaborating with this great Americana fine artist, we´re pleased to present this charming, nostalgic scene, painted with such skill you can practically feel the crisp fall air. (See options...)


	Bonding Years (See options...)


	Bostonians And Beans (See options...)


	Daddy's Little Girl (See options...)


	Daughters Touch From historical artist John Buxton comes a suite of two paintings that focus on family life in colonial times; a daughter´s pride in her father and a father´s passing of wisdom to his sons. The officer who appears in both images is in the 60th Royal Americans during the French and Indian War period. The group was made up of Europeans who came to the colonies circa 1755. In A Daughter´s Touch, a girl helps straighten her father´s uniform as to make sure he looks his best. In Fatherly Advice, the same officer advises a pair of sons. John Buxton is known for his historical art and for the painstaking research he puts into recreating specific scenes and battles. What is interesting about this pair of paintings is that the specific stories are left to the viewer´s imagination. Is the officer in A Daughter´s Touch preparing for battle, or is this a festive occasion? Are the two young men in Fatherly Advice learning strategies of war, or is he possibly sharing a life lesson? (See options...)


	Dwell (See options...)


	Even Superman Needs A Dad Driving through a parking lot, I saw a boy and his father coming out of a store. The boy was imagining himself as a mighty hero, but he looked at his father with more admiration than any hero is likely to receive. Right then, I knew I had to paint "Even Superman Needs a Dad." This father took an interest in everthing his son had to say. Every moment seemed magical. While this little boy looked a bit out of place dressed in a Superman cape and red cowboy boots, his father could not have looked prouder. Who was the real Hero? Who was more in awe of whom? When I look around at the thousands of Supermen who play alone each day it breaks my heart. Looking at these two I remember a wonderful father who took the time to be there for me, who taught me by example what a father should be. I enjoy watching someone look at the painting for the first time. Their gradual smile tells me they understand the feeling that brought about this painting. For a brief moment they forget there are bills to pay and work to do. They forget their worries and remember for a moment that life is wonderful. That is the joy in painting. (See options...)


	Families Are Forever For some time now I have challenged myself to capture "letters" hidden in the world around us. Our customers have enjoyed creating personalized pieces of art from our extensive collection of photographs. For the first time, we are offering something with even more meaning. I have managed to create words using beautiful photographs taken of temples and temple grounds. Can you read..."Families Are Forever"? (See options...)


	Families Can Be Together For The Eternities (See options...)


	Family For some time now I have challenged myself to capture "letters" hidden in the world around us. Our customers have enjoyed creating personalized pieces of art from our extensive collection of photographs. For the first time, we are offering something with even more meaning. I have managed to create words using beautiful photographs taken of temples and temple grounds. Can you read..."Family"? (See options...)


	Family Words (See options...)


	First Stitches In the nineteenth century, every young girl looked forward to the time when she would be considered old enough to create her first sampler. It was a measuring rod used by society that told the young they were growing up. It was also one of the first skills a girl learned to keep her hands busy and to one day beautify a household of her own. Annie Mariah and Mary Jane, ages 6 and 8, had begged their mother for over a year to begin this training. But, as they began to rebuild their lives in Cedar Fort, Utah, they were left little time for such things in 1864. That first year, all hands were needed no matter how small, to build a shelter. Theirs was a modest cabin that would house the 8 members of their family in one room, until a larger, more comfortable home could be built. Their father, aided by their older brother, George Albert, cut and shaped the logs dragged from the surrounding mountains. This took over a month of backbreaking labor even with mother’s help to lift the logs into places she was able. Annie and Mary Jane, joined by their older sister Elizabeth and brother Charles, were assigned to fill in the gaps between the logs with mud as they helped watch their younger brother. And, there was always much gardening to be done. There simply was no time to learn embroidery! There were times when a respite in chores was granted, but the girls did not dare bring it up because mother was so very tired. When they did have the courage to ask, all mother would say was…..”Soon,……there is a season for everything.” The exhausting summer turned into autumn and the cabin was finally finished. The few things they were able to grow were harvested and painstakingly preserved. The girls helped their mother make rag rugs for the cabin’s dirt floor as they finished their preparations for the winter. Snow came early to the valley and the children now stayed indoors. A sense of excitement was shared between the girls as they realized that the work which had occupied most of their time every day, would now be put aside until spring. One evening as mother was darning socks, they asked if the ‘season’ for embroidery had come. With their younger brother asleep and father and George still not home from hunting, she paused a long moment and gazed thoughtfully into the fire. Finally, she looked up and smiled. She went to her trunk and pulled out the two pieces of Irish Linen she had saved for this very purpose. Then, she dug out the two embroidery hoops to stretch it on, some colored floss and some needles. After all their waiting with anticipation, Mother pulled her daughters close and began. The time had finally come to teach her ‘little ladies’ how to make their ‘first stitches.’ (See options...)


	Funeral Procession (See options...)