The Art of Will Moses
Basically self-taught, Will Moses has honed his technique to capture all the most minute details in sharp-edged focus.
These sports seem to be having a good time!
Looked forward to by some, dreaded by many, the first day of the school year is, if nothing else, a well remembered milestone in our march along the road of life.
This image was originally painted as a commemorative poster for the first annual Cambridge Valley Balloon Festival, held in June of each year. I have had so many people ask for it, that I decided to release it as a limited edition fine art print.
The sun doesn't always shine bright and warm. Sometimes the wind blows harsh and cold and the snow swirls and stings. It might be easier to stay in bed buy we don't. We continue to work, create, shop, go to school and carry on. We are sprung from the sea, the rock, the land. We may suffer from erosion on occasion but we always keep going forward.
Nothing is more earthy and childlike than catching butterflies on a fine summer day! Put down the iPhone, get outside and enjoy the day.
What can I say? Perhaps I am still a romantic. In any event, I am almost certain plaid is my favorite color and once in a while I do a painting for myself!
The Checkered House really did exist. In fact it was only about 3 miles from our house here in Eagle Bridge. Grandma Moses painted several Checkered House paintings and no wonder; the colors, subject and countryside make for a cheery and lively painting.
It's Christmas Eve and the carolers are in good spirits and excellent harmony. Just over Oak Hill you can make out Old Saint Nick himself sailing down the valley with his sleigh brimming with toys. Christmas comes but once a year and I have always looked forward to it. When I was little my grandfather told me if I cut the toe out of my Christmas stocking, Santa Claus would keep putting presents in trying to fill it. I did - my mother was not happy!
...a place where we can all still believe.
The moon is full and Christmas Eve Service has just finished up. Heading home with thoughts of a warm bed and visions of sugar plums dancing about in your head, you spy from the corner of your eye, jolly old St. Nick as he skirts over the tree tops. All in all, a night to remember.
Christmas is coming to town — A chance to wish neighbors happy holidays, sing a few carols, take part in the Christmas pageant and celebrate with good cheer. Just a few of the things that make Christmas special.
Christmas certainly is just about here, the trains are full and the valley is all a buzz with holiday merriment. The Church tree has been freshly cut and with any luck it will meet the approval of the tree committee.
When I was a kid, the best part of my day was coming home from school. Even now, I start to feel better about three in the afternoon.
Striving for excellence in their everyday work was a hallmark of our ancestors. The well run Country Home was generally a beehive of activity, taking what the land provided and using it to artfully craft what was needed to live a good life, a life of self reliance and independence. Perhaps we still have some lessons to learn from our forefathers.
A bright sunny winter's day. What better time for the old cows to take a walk-about. Into a field of "late corn" they wandered and fed until they were content and happy. On such a nice winter's day who can blame them for their sassy behavior?
High spirited boys, old bicycles, and a steep curvy road with chickens at the bottom, you just know there is going to be trouble at Crack-Up Corner.
Appreciation, respect and understanding of the natural world is the work of the Crone. It can be risky too, as they sometimes run afoul of members from the more traditional and scientific community.
Back in the old days news and gossip were pretty much by word of mouth. So when folks encountered one another as these fellows have done, it was only natural to stop and have a gab session for a while. Who brings the coffee and doughnuts?
Every few years elections roll around and the politicians begin their campaign of vague promises, shaky positions, outrageous claims, and unsupportable ideas. Apparently the Girls, who are in fact quite politically astute, while apparently more than a little impulsive, were not so fond of some of Congressman Al Fresco's views... Rolaids required!
Once-upon-a-time the doctor came to see you. Of course, in the case of Dr. Moses, it might well be the only way he ever got any business. On the other hand, with his manly whiskers, robust good looks and arty style, I suppose it is possible that his patients looked forward to his visit.
Rosen up the bow and kick up your heels at The Firefly Dance. Dancing is OK but in my opinion, chasing fireflies is better. There is much less pressure to perform to high expectations. When I was a kid, we would catch lightning bugs in the late summer evenings, then lay in the grass and watch for stars.
One of the most loved sounds the world around is the whistle of a steam locomotive. In the old times the train depot was the hub of a community and when the train came in things certainly did spring to life. Toot! - Toot!
Fox and Geese is a pleasant and cheery old time quilt pattern. However, in the animal kingdom, incompatible personalities are certain to make the feathers fly.
Each poster has been personally signed by Will Moses in pen. All are open editions.
The Perfect Halloween Gift!
The Perfect Halloween Gift!
Part of the annual harvest was the Husking bee. Friends and family would gather round and husk the corn, making it ready for winter storage. While the work was hard, a little music and frolicking made the day a festive occasion.
Childhood friends are the special friends that stay with us through our lives.
RAH-RAH-RAH! The great thing about amateur games is that they are seemingly more subject to the natural imperfections of life, which in turn may greatly influence the direction a game goes. Bad ground, bad refereeing, dogs, and sometimes even cats can throw a game one way or another. It is the element of chance that I like.
We always look forward to the late winter when it is time to tap the maple trees, gather the sap and make maple syrup. There is nothing better than good maple syrup, it has a flavor and a quality that is all it's own. Back in the old days and even today it is a time for celebration, with plenty of hard work to be done, and everyone pitching in to help make the maple sugar.
The full moon brings a season of new opportunity, harmony, hope and prosperity, which sounds like a pretty good idea!
The little village is alive with mischief and pranks as the trick or treaters prowl the town for treats all the while remaining on guard for tricks. The pumpkin contest is on the green. Halloween night is lots of fun, so enjoy it!
Where have all the good men gone is not the question. The question is; where can you get a good one? Well, just as the old maxim decrees “If you want it done right, you have to do it your self.” Build one at home just like these girls are doing. It very well may be the only sensible way to go and if it doesn’t work out, well, who is going to miss a frog or two? Good luck!
When those late days of autumn roll around, those days when the snow is in the hills and the sun yet shines warmly in the valley, this is the time we take pause and reflect, perhaps with regret or perhaps with satisfaction on the season passing and summon our courage to look forward with hope and confidence at the season approaching.
It always seemed to me the best time for sledding was late in the day. The temperature would drop, the sky would grow dusky in the approaching twilight and the sledding seemed a little more dangerous in the gloaming. But the falling sun also signalled the end of the day and the likelihood that a warm fire and a hearty supper would soon be close at hand.
We have been sugaring this year and have really enjoyed it. It is a lot of work but the rewards exceed the effort, so I can't complain much. Also, the added bonus of fresh maple syrup on my pancakes is a great inspiration to get me out sugaring.
I think that just about every kid and half of all the adults want one. Well who can blame them, horses are great! Handsome to look at, fun to ride and they are bound to give you plenty of thrills! You know, sometimes, Christmas wishes do come true, so saddle up and for heaven's sake, be careful! Merry Christmas!
The Girls are having a grand time in the amazing garden of one of the sisters. The tea is a little stronger than you might suspect and some of the flora seems to hold unusual attractions. This Garden Club manages to stir things up, proving that once in a while, Girls just want to have fun!
I confess that I am not much of a golfer, (just not enough time.) However, I think the old rustic courses of Scotland would have the greatest appeal to me as they seem to offer the greatest challenge and potential for an all around good time as well as close proximity to the national beverage. Who wouldn't enjoy a rousing good-natured game on a course where livestock are obstacles? Other than the occasional encounter with a cow pie, I think it would be a great day out.
Washington County is where I was born, raised and live today. Many of my paintings have drawn influence from the rural beauty of Washington County. This poster is a collage of some of the sights from days gone by and the present. Washington County is a lovely part of the world to visit. Be assured that you are always welcome.
When the winter winds blow fierce and the ice and snow build up on your boat, you know it's time to head in off the open sea and get out of the weather. The little harbor on such a day must have been a welcome sight to those old time mariners.