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Pony Express
  • Pony Express
  • Painting | 35" x 22"
  • Spray paint art w/attached poem & custom double matting
  • This painting is part of my spray paint collection with the addition of one of my poems matted and framed together as one piece. Also includes glass. The poem title is "History 101" and reads as follows (this program runs sentences together so I added periods for reading sake to know where each line starts and ends. It can also be viewed at; Dutch can spin tales, they’re always the best. One of my favorites is called Pony Express. While riding in the mountains, I think they were the Blues. I ran into Indians, and I’m sure they were Sioux. I dug in my spurs and slapped my Bay on the rear. Skirting trees and low branches I was feeling some fear. Now Bay wasn’t a pony, he was old but still strong. He could run like the wind, but not all day long. Down through the washes and out cross the flat. I looked back to check them and lost my damn hat. Then Bay took a stumble, but didn’t go down. Maybe I’ll stop, I won’t run him to the ground. I eased back the reins and relaxed in my seat. The Indians slowed also, but did not retreat. I watched one in a head dress as he slowly came on. A proud man with hand up, showing his palm. As he rode up and stopped, then quietly spoke. I think he said wash day, was he making a joke. He then spoke some English, you need not defend. Wash day in Sioux means I welcome a friend. As I looked in his eyes, I said, “You gave quite a chase.” He smiled and said that he thought it was a race. He waved the others over and explaining they laughed. They all praised my horse for being so fast. We sat through the day trading stories of the past. Built a fire to warm us as the night shadows cast. We shared water and jerky till late in the night. Went to bed with full bellies and things were all right. In the morning we shook hands and parted our ways. Wash day is friendship, it will last many days. As Bay broke to a gallop, a grin crossed my face. Cause I thought they would kill me, they thought it a race. By Phil Rider, Feb.1999
  • View Details | $750.00 Purchase

Warp one.
  • Warp one.
  • Painting | 34" x 24"
  • Original spray paint spacescape art. Framed with glass. Listed as Fantasy Art as there is no Spacescape choice. I chose realism as type of art since it may be real some day.
  • View Details | $480.00 Purchase

The Elder
  • The Elder
  • Acrylic Painting | 32" x 44"
  • Landscape done in spray paint. I call these Acryliscapes. It is custom double matted with oak frame wiht glass.
  • View Details | $800.00 Purchase

Spring Thaw
  • Spring Thaw
  • Acrylic Painting | 26" x 22"
  • Yellowstone Park. The painting is acrylic on canvas and the frame is custom made with barn wood inserts.
  • View Details | $550.00 Purchase