Steven Rhude - Paintings/Drawings

 Lost in the Harbour, Watercolour, 22" x 30", Steven Rhude Lost in the Harbour Over here the ladies all want sweet perfume But there's never a rose And over there the roses are frightened to bloom So they never can grow And over here they need wool For weaving their baby's new clothes But nobody has any wool And the sheep are all lost in the harbour Lost in the harbour And over here they want diamonds to wear But there aren't any here And over there everyone's hiding their tears But they're crying inside And the wall won't come down Till they're no longer afraid of themselves And if you don't believe me ask yourselves And then I can come down to the harbour Down to the harbour And then I will fill the ocean back up with my tears I still have a couple more years And then I can come back to the harbour Down to the harbour Lyrics - Tom Waits http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ohNfC6-GFzU

Hurricane, 20" x 30", watercolour, whereabouts unknown They took the ferry over to PEI for a show. It was December and a winter storm set in. It was a strange opening (that's what they call an event where people gather to look at art, but really don't). It felt more like a closing. It was a strange mixture of people. They were on a winter island renowned for tourists, with no tourists around. He recalled a nun at the opening who openly enjoyed the Hurricane painting. She said it did that "you know what" to her. Then she blushed. So did he. It was the night when he met Joseph Sherman - the poet, and editor of the defunct  Arts Atlantic magazine . He knew he was a tireless promoter of maritime art and artists. It was also a grumpy night for Joe. And it was also uncomfortable for all present when Joe openly lambasted representational art, old conservative Realism, and the desire to convey a concept or idea with a pictorial objective. T...

Newfoundland's unofficial flag. "Fishermen who were members of the society may well have flown the SOS (Star of the Sea) colours off their boats and houses and since they were the bulk of the population, this would have lent great weight to any symbol they employed en masse. Fishermen were, after all, the backbone of Newfoundland,"the men whose labour and sweat the country owes everything it possesses." What represented them could have very easily been seen as representing the country"  Carolyn Lambert, Memorial University of Newfoundland  [1] Pink, White, Green, oil on canvas, 35" x 60", Emma Butler Gallery Last summer, I spent some time traveling around the Avalon Peninsula, more or less charting my way through as many of the coastal communities as I could. It was hard to not notice the Pink, White and Green flag, often seen flying beside the Provincial flag of Newfoundland and Labrador. The Provincial flag was designed by Christ...

Rescue; Greyhound of the Cavale, 40" x 90", o/c, Steven Rhude Perfection - ghost rames on pistons - the dykeland was a two hundred and thirty five year old track all her own; Acadian style. Hard to isolate her when in full stride. Well maybe Eadweard Muybridge could have with stop action photography, but not the human eye. It's like the way a bullet is judged by sound. Not velocity - she shot by you before you could turn to defend yourself. Not that you could, even if you tried - you felt her ribs graze your hip. Saw her face cut through the fog. Or you thought you did... Particles of moisture scurrying to collect themselves. Serves them right for not paying attention to the speed of soul. Moisture left behind in a wake of necessity. An escapee - ears up and saved by the bell. detail Last seen at Rayham/Taunton in Massachussets - AKA - Mohican Dimple; a gambler's tribal ritual, she turned tricks seventy nine times before being put out to ...