Fall Stag (Release date: September 23rd at The Sautee Inn)

 

Fall Stag 

(Release date: September 23rd at The Sautee Inn)

Signed Canvas Print by Wil Bosbyshell

The Story: Seasons of the Stag 

For Fall, yellow and red leaves rain down on the Stag, dried branches around his neck! A chipmunk plays in the antlers. Wil was approached by friend Steve Schulman about a series of drawings he had long envisioned. Steve had approached other artists but was never able to realize his vision. So, Wil and Steve collaborated through a series of sketches, which eventually became the four paintings. The Stag is represented by a regal North American species whose antlers become tree branches, a surreal element that ties into Wil’s Climate Conversation series of tree drawings. In the original work, the stag itself is graphite, and seasonal accents are in watercolor. Over the next year, Wil will release a Stag print each season. 

Wil Bosbyshell's Fall Stag print is ready to hang in your home. Each giclee canvas print is hand-signed by the artist and is gallery wrapped, thus requires no framing.

12 x 9   inches  $200 plus tax & shipping

16 x 12 inches  $300 plus tax & shipping

24 x 18 inches  $400 plus tax & shipping

Larger sizes available on request. Allow three (3) weeks for delivery. 

Order: www.bosbyshellartstudio.com

Seasons of the Stag released at 

The Sautee Inn

The final print, Fall Stag, will be unveiled on September 23rd at the Historic Sautee Inn in the northeast Georgia mountains near Helen, Ga. 

The Sautee Inn is a restored, historic bed and breakfast that features eight comfortable rooms adorned with antique furnishings alongside modern comforts. Guests enjoy a gourmet, country-style breakfast prepared by accomplished chefs daily and top off the evening with decadent desserts. 

The Inn features Wil Bosbyshell’s drawings and paintings. Maura Bosbyshell’s custom textiles adorn several rooms and common areas. 

See more about the historic Sautee Inn at their website: www.thesauteeinn.com 

Contact Information

The Sautee Inn 

Rebecca Hollis

Ron Geraneo

thesauteeinn@gmail.com    706-878-8217

2178 GA Highway 17, Sautee Nacoochee, GA 30571

Wil Bosbyshell

Bosbyshell Art Studio mbosbyshell@aol.com 704-458-0600

Purchase Prints: https://www.bosbyshellartstudio.com/ 

Portfolio: https://www.behance.net/wilbosbyshell

Blog: http://bosbyshellart.blogspot.com/

Instagram: @wilbosbsyehll https://www.instagram.com/wilbosbyshell/

a Tribute to Polly Redd - Sheep & Elephants

A Tribute to Polly Redd
Sheep and Elephants

by Wil Bosbyshell

A news article came to my attention during a break between meetings at work. ‘Church announces three new Saints’, it exclaimed in the bold headline. “There are no saints, that's all hooey,” one of my coworkers announced unsolicited. You know the type; every office has one.

“Are you sure,” I countered.

“Yes, everyone is flawed. Nobody is perfect enough to be a Saint.” “You don't have to be perfect; you just have to perform a miracle or two,” I added.

“Miracles, ha. It’s dumb nonsense.”

At home that night my wife, my son and I were going over the rules for the upcoming Epiphany pageant at Holy Comforter Episcopal Church. “It says here that kids between two and three are to come dressed as sheep,” Maura read out loud from the church bulletin. My son spoke up immediately, “I don't want to be a sheep. I want to be an elephant.”

“There are no elephants in this story, you have to be a sheep,” I chimed in trying to sound very excited about sheep. “Sheep have fun black ears and noses,” added Maura. Allen was not deterred, “I. Am. A. Elephant.,” as only a two-year-old can say with conviction.

Maura looked at me, “Well, we have the elephant costume left over from Halloween.”

We both looked down at Allen; he looked up with his arms crossed and a very serious look on his face. “Elephant it is,” we concluded.

The next Sunday we entered the church filled with kids and parents preparing for the pageant. It was controlled Episcopal chaos. The director of Christian education, Polly Redd, met us at the door. We stopped to get our instructions. Polly barked at a couple of kids, “No, not there,” she swung her arm and pointed, “Over there!” The kids moved quickly to obey.

Polly was imposing, loud and definitely in charge. She held detailed instructions for the pageant in a folder in one of her hands.

I ventured sheepishly, “Polly, Allen didn't come as a sheep he is an elephant.”

Polly turned to look at us, registered my statement and quickly looked down at the elephant standing at my side.

Allen was dressed head to toe in elephant gray. He had big gray elephant ears, an elephant trunk, elephant toes sewn onto his gray sweatpants and an elephant tail. At the circus Allen had been the envy of every kid under the age of five as he rode my shoulders into the performance.

Without missing a beat, Polly yelled, “I'm sure the wisemen had an elephant. Allen, go over to that corner,” she pointed, “and join the wisemen caravan.”

“Those three boys will tell you what to do. Parents,” she pointed, “you sit over there.”

We all obeyed our instructions.

Polly yelled, “Where is Mary and the Manger Cat?”

Allen went over and joined the wisemen, boys all about 8 years old. He was in heaven.

Maura and I sat down to wait for the service and the pageant to begin. I thought, “I disagree with my coworker, you meet Saints every day.”

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Polly Redd died in the spring of 2023. She was the heart and pillar of many Episcopal Churches including Holy Comforter and several others in the Charlotte area. Through her life she communicated the gospel in a clear strong voice that never wavered from her faith in God.