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Across the Pond

Edition 35                        24″H X 48″W X 14″D                    $15,000

Stone to stone crosses the creek;
step and hand carry up the bank.
Through the moat of tall grasses with golden heads,
begins the forest from the west.
Darkened shadows recede, boughs extend their arms,
take you in welcome.
There, Corinthian trees with capitals of green
create home and safety
where animals go their way.
Ashen effigies, horizontal and vertical forms
remain from a past riparian time,
complete a compositional balance.

To the east, an ancient game trail begins
for those who seek a crossing to
a place of rest and refuge.
The path is studded with the smallest cones,
felled by the largest of trees.
Needles laid by old pines scatter
to quiet this passage in deference to its solemnity.
Aesthetics are noted
by the dabbling of burnt orange and dying yellow
dropped by deciduous foliage in small clearings.

To those who do not live in this place,
the woods seem to be of silent isolation.
But within, resides a society of
contradictions, sounds and shapes.
Thousands with articulated limbs, crunch, and scurry
forming cities and hideaways in the under-brush.
Huddled passively in the painting,
is a watcher by day, skyward strolling by night.
In the lower tenements, dwell those that
chatter a language of suspicion and agitation.
Above, the elitists with capes of white screech,
wings spread as they claim the treetops.
Deer tread haltingly, polished tip of horn,
sever the staccato rush of sunlight as they go.
Was that rustling a misstep?
Solace is still attainable.

My home is near, but I intrude
upon their privacy.
I travel with down-cast eyes;
I am respectful of the generosity given to a visitor.
Not now, but one day soon,
across the pond, in these spiritual woods,
I too, will call it my place of rest.
Sherry Salari Sander

 

After the Grain Spill

Edition 35                             13″H X 21″W X 10″D                     $3,800

Calling, comes the Great Northern
transecting east to west
Its music rides up and down the
ridges of glacial peaks
Song invites feasters with appetites
bigger than their circumstance.

A coach dances with reverence through
chiseled obelisks
This bearer of gifts climbs delicately
up a botanic boulevard
Then races down eroded chasms
leaping fearlessly across upended mountains
But choreography is interrupted by the
covertness of nature’s tricksters
The cascaron cracks lavishing its gold
upon the tracts, nothing hoarded.

Napi’s friends far and wide dine on the
consecrated overture of good fortune
Now, on the diapason of a tree
rests two black shadows
Now, a bear sprawled in the

arms of a ponderosa
Their resting ripened by the
stupefaction of full bellies.

Oh, for the pleasure
before hunger once more retakes.

                              Sherry Salari Sander

 

American Lions

Edition 35                        15″H X 42″W X 10″D                     $7,800

“A number of years ago, I was fortunate to have been able to raise a mountain lion.  It was a priceless time of study and learning giving me the rare opportunity to truly know and love this animal in all its moods.  And, whether a cat is wild or domesticated, his favorite time of day is when he is enjoying a nap in the sun.”

Two cats, gated by laziness
Supple muscles at rest
Fearless repose, innocuous from interlopers
Breathing hosannas to the Spirits.

Released from sleep, their daily game begins
Curvate shapes, long tails tucked low
Golden contours slink through waving grass
Powerful sinew leap atop polished cupolas
Their silent prowess rewarded with sated appetite.

Solicitous play, amplified by sham growling
Feverish chase taken for fun and survival
Terrestrial roaming shunt intruders

All work done, day is done, well done.

Two cats, once more drenched with sleep
Light abandoned
Hidden bed awaits.
Artist’s soliloquy to its simplicity, to their mystery.

Sherry Salari Sander

Bluff Called

Edition 35                       19″H X 36″W X 12″D                       $11,000

AWARDS & COLLECTIONS:

  • Patrons Choice Award, International Masters of Fine Art, San Antonio, Texas
  • Purchase Award, International Museum of Contemporary Masters of Fine Art, Permanent Collection
  • Desert Caballeros Western Museum, Wickenburg, Arizona, Best of Show for Extraordinary Artistic Achievement in any Media for grouping including Bluff Called, Through the Pass and A Colt Named Sonny, 1920

“A Slight gold reflection lingers, scraping the last of the day’s long shadow.  A piercing whistle is returned from across the canyon, a rattling of sabers.  Guttural sounds of raging passion and eyes red with territorial mania express the need to dominate and procreate.  Bluff is called.  One not yet strong enough will soon be sulking in the safety of a stand of crowded pines where he’ll blow and plot revenge for another day.”

There brushed with yellow and red, a reflection lingers,
smoothing the scant shadows of the day.
A piercing whistle is returned from across the canyon,
ranking dominance coveted.
The reactive thrashing of an evergreen,
incites immature courage.

Deep cavernous rumbling, accented by high-pitched bugles,
perforates the air.
A young challenger succinct in his determination,
driven by the right to the ascendancy of power, strides forth.
Sabers clash, big based horns declare
the doctrine of strength.

Nearby, clusters of dense aspens,
covering for one not yet strong enough.
Sulking, blowing in the safety of the stand of trees,
plots this youngster, revenge for another day.
All aggression is consequential, bluff is called,
the seasons pass, an interlude, a day will come.

 Sherry Salari Sander

 

Castlerock Canyon

CastlerockCanyonWebEdition 35                        19″H X 13″W X 9″D                        $3,500

Collision, chiseled upthrusting
Jagged spires ground by ice.
The tailings washed clean
A time after water talked.

Light is new deep gold
Reflections still low.
Light is high, white and hot.
Shadows thin, pressed against the shapes.
Light heavy, light falling
Profusion of darks
Push away the day.

Music of the canyon cools
Gathering force strikes, sharpens.
And, at the end of its breath
Recedes, a caress.
Come now, the mountain cardinal strolling
Through eroding pews.
Last light touching
Vestment hats of horns.

Sherry Salari Sander

Cougars

Edition 35                     19″H X 20″W X 10″D                    Sold Out

“Two cats, gated by laziness
Supple muscles at rest
Fearless repose, innocuous from interlopers
Breathing hosannas to the Spirits.

Released from sleep, their daily game begins
Curvate shapes, long tails tucked low
Golden contours slink through waving grass
Powerful sinew leap atop polished cupolas
Their silent prowess rewarded with sated appetite.

Solicitous play, amplified by sham growling
Feverish chase taken for fun and survival
Terrestrial roaming shunt intruders
all work done, day is done, well done.

Two cats, once more drenched with sleep
Light abandoned
Hidden bed awaits.
Artist’s soliloquy to its simplicity, to their mystery.”
                                     Sherry Salari Sander

Awards:

  • Allied Artists of America, Raymond H. Brumer Memorial Award
  • International Museum of Contemporary Masters of Fine Art, 1st Runner Up Peoples’ Choice Award

 

Herd of Birds

Edition 35                      14″H X 38″W X 8″D                      SOLD OUT

“The challenge in designing Herd of Birds was to create a lyrical, perhaps even playful, mood while still maintaining the ostriches’ integrity.
“For a seemingly awkward animal, the ostrich is extremely graceful at full speed.”

Awards:

  • International Museum of Contemporary Masters of Fine Art, Patrons Choice Award

Permanent Collections:

  • Leigh Yawkey Woodson Art Museum, Wausau, Wisconsin
  • Private Collections

Upon the stones
ten thousand years sooner than I,
Historians were scripting annals
of birds that run.

Shared is the desire to record
this wizardry of nature,
this ancient family of the savanna.
And, in the telling, images of
beaks agape hawking their journey
Sailing a sea of sand and wind.

Scratched in stone,
forms in bronze
Unabridged by space or subsequence,
The need remains,
we recombine.
Children of our,
show others their way.
Sherry Salari Sander

 

Northerns on North Pond

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Edition 35                      23″H X 36.5″W X 12.5″H                      $6,800

Frost grows deep
Waters north stilled under ice
Cold, restless, wrench upward outward
Fleeing down the continental reef
By quarter moon sight the North Star.

Iridescent greens and blues
Streak through the dense gray
Clip ice crystals as they come.
Summer’s thick shade now bared.
Losing height, side to side tipping
Down hard, iced wing grounded.

Strewn arms of pine
Etch bank of warm mud.
Steam rising, outlines of huddled forms
Heads tucked in down, at rest.
Fed well on fall’s barley
Guests on the North Pond.
                              Sherry Salari Sander

 

On the River

Edition 35                      12.5″H X 36″W X 9.5″D                      $6,800

Somewhere, beneath the white noise of the water,
It moves sedately, secretively
Shouldering the reckless action of the river.

If for contrast, as in all great design,
A quiet pool must lie ahead.
Shards of light seem
To obstruct the way there.

Stones bruised by stones, molded by heat
Offer a respite for the way upstream.
Upheavals of gold, ochre, burnt umber
Cater to the sleek body streaked with red.

But, shadows are cast upon its path.
An ancient people of mountain and river,
Now, as before,
Fishing under the long sun of summer.
Sherry Salari Sander

Through the Pass

Edition 35                      19″H X 40″W X 12″D                      $14,000 (Walnut Base)
                                                                                   $15,000 (Granite/Walnut Base)

“After a time of rest and sleep, a flock of Bighorn Sheep make their way through the mountainous ridges to graze upon a windswept meadow.”

Awards:

  • International Museum of Contemporary Masters of Fine Art, Patron’s Choice Award
  • Desert Caballeros Western Museum, Wickenburg, Arizona, Best of Show for Extraordinary Artistic Achievement in any Media for grouping including Through the Pass, Bluff Called and A Colt Named Sonny, 1920

Collision, chiseled upthrusting
Jagged spires ground by ice.
The tailings washed clean
A time after water talked.

Light is new deep gold
Reflections still low.
Light is high, white and hot.
Shadows thin, pressed against the shapes.
Light heavy, light falling
Profusion of darks
Push away the day.

Music of the canyon cools
Gathering force strikes, sharpens.
And, at the end of its breath
Recedes, a caress.
Come now, the mountain cardinal strolling
Through eroding pews.
Last light touching
Vestment hats of horns.
Sherry Salari Sander