Showing posts with label Big Duck. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Big Duck. Show all posts

Sunday, December 7, 2014

Paintings Make Great Gifts! The 2014 Edition

I can safely say that there is no one more appreciative than an artist, when buyers Shop Local and/or Shop Small Business. After all, most artists ARE small businesses and purchases directly effect their lives.

I'm dedicating this blog post to Long Island paintings I have available for sale. This is actually Part 3, Parts 1 & 2 were posted last December. (You can see them here & here.)

My Lighthouse

Painted last July plein air.  Matted. Frame NOT included
Watercolor, 7.5" x 9.5"
$250

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Big Duck 2

One of my favorite unique Long Island places - The Big Duck
Watercolor, 13.5" x 10", Mat only. Frame NOT included.
$300

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In Memorium
Painted plein air.
Watercolor, 14" x 10.5", Matted
$350

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Blue Sky, Red Roof
Love that blue blue sky & the red roofs of so many buildings by the sea.
Watercolor, 13.5" x 10", Matted
$350




Sunday, January 26, 2014

Day 8 - 30/30 Challenge - BIG Duck!


Big Duck
Watercolor, 6" x 6", $35
SOLD!

In the grip of a polar vortex(!), I needed to look forward to spring, so I found some pictures of the Big Duck in Flanders, NY, taken last March.

What is the Big Duck? The Big Duck is a very sweet (now) landmark building envisioned by duck farmer Martin Maurer, and built by Broadway set designers, the Collins Brothers, and crafted by locals George Reeve, John Smith, and Merlin Yeager in 1931. (Long Island was home to hundreds of duck farms - "Long Island duckling" was a big thing!) It is made of cement (its eyes are Model T tail lights!) and Mr. Maurer sold ducks and duck eggs from its tummy. The Duck has moved a couple of times, is taken care of by Friends of the Big Duck, and is now a tourism center for the East End.

So, here's a confession - whenever I drive out to the south fork of Long Island, I shout out, "Hi Duck!" as I pass him. Have I mentioned that I'm six years old? (Oh, and for the record? He has an air conditioner in his butt. Jus' sayin'.)