Karen Druker Mixed Media

A mid century, pastel on card, Fauvist landscape by Marguerite Allar. Signed bottom left, annotated and titled to the back board and presented in plain wood frame. A colourful view ...

One of my favorite French Fauvist painters, Henri Grenier (1882 - 1940), masterfully captures the energy of the turn-of-the-century Boulevard Saint-Germain in this exciting work on p...

This delicate watercolor painting captures the serene beauty of springtime in Linda Clerget's garden. In the center of the composition sits Isis, her beloved cat, surrounded by vibra...

Hunt Slonem Original signed & inscribed drawing held in elegant hardback monograph, ca. 2012 Unique marker drawing bound in first front end page of lavishly illustrated hardback mono...

Signed lower left, 'Picot' for Jean-Claude Picot (French, born 1933), and painted circa 1985; additionally titled, verso, on old label, 'L'escalier du Jardin (Mandelie '. From 1947,...

Watercolor and gouache on archival paper by French artist, Henri Grenier. Signed lower right. Circa 1925. Condition is excellent. The artwork is housed in its original ornate carv...

Tom Judd Casey (for the "Patrick Eddington Cat Project), 2000 Acrylic, Mixed Media and Metal painting on board Signed and dated in pencil on the front 12 × 10 1/2 inches This is a unique painting Tom Judd Biography This is a lovely mixed media painting by popular Philadelphia based artist, Tom Judd. Provenance: Estate of Patrick Eddington. Patrick Eddington was a Utah school teacher who had the improbable idea of writing to his favorite artists and asking them to draw or paint pictures of cats. “This project is a labor of love," Eddington wrote of his endeavor in a 2004 letter. “It will culminate as a large book and traveling exhibition. It will also help Best Friends Animal Sanctuary. I’ve asked individuals I admire to create cat-related works. They are not the typical cat images but creative works.” Patrick Eddington passed away in early 2016 and his vision was, unfortunately, never realized. Nonetheless, artists like Keith Haring, Joel Peter Witkin...

Signed lower right, 'Picot' for Jean-Claude Picot (French, born 1933), and painted circa 1985; additionally titled, verso, 'La Route Vers St Jean Cap Ferr'...

Isabel Rock is a creator of contemporary fairy tales. A graduate of the Royal College of Art in London, her work is an explosion of strange occurrences while a surreal narrative take...

Maurice de Vlaminck was a French painter, best known as one of the spearheads of the Fauvism movement at the start of the 20th century. His reputation rests predominantly on his land...

French School; unsigned and painted circa 1950. A mid-twentieth century, Post Impressionist school pastel showing a group of bathers on a river bank. An elegant and accomplished wo...

Isabel Rock is a creator of contemporary fairy tales. A graduate of the Royal College of Art in London, her work is an explosion of strange occurrences while a surreal narrative takes the audience on a journey into the imagination. In October 2023 Isabel won the Evelyn Williams Drawing Award at the Trinity Buoy Wharf Drawing Prize. Known as the UK’s most prestigious annual open exhibition for drawing; part of the prize is a solo show at Hastings Contemporary, scheduled for 2024. Whilst Isabel always has a tale to tell for each of her images, you may or may not choose to go on the journey with her or you may indeed have a different story, one of your own that jumps off the page at you and that that you decide to follow. Shipping: Please note this artwork will be shipped in a professional, wide art tube and will be sent rolled. The cost for shipping will therefore be considerably cheaper than that quoted Artwork Details: Isabel Rock, The Dancing Horse of the Day, mixed media on archival paper , 153cm x 122cm, unframed, 2013 The Long Story of the Dancing Horse of the Day In Rock's own words, 'With seven long strides I traversed a might ocean, the salt spray dried my throat and crusted my lips with crystals. With eight huge hops I vaulted a vast desert of sand dunes, hot sand blew in my eyes, blocked my nostrils and burnt my hooves. With nine large leaps I scaled a stone wall that stretched to the skies, the cold grey lumps seemed to penetrate my heart with their silent indifference. I had come to dance before the Queen who had heard rumours of my beauty. I knelt before her in the great long throne room. 'Your majesty,' I said, 'I will dance for you but you must know that this comes with a price. How great the price will be I cannot tell, it will depend on your deepest heart.' 'Dance,' she commanded, 'I care not for such things. There is no price, I am the Queen.' So I tapped my hooves and jiggled my legs, I tossed my mane and I shook my head. I danced and I danced. My body shimmered and shone, radiant in the light of the chandeliers. As I danced a rumble began, it got louder and louder as the walls of the castle crumbled and fell around me. I carried on dancing until nothing was left and the Queen was nowhere to be seen. I assumed she was crushed under the rocks, but I had given her fair warning...