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Quilted Wrangler - Cowboy with Cactus Original Paper Collage

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Quilted Wrangler - Cowboy with Cactus Original Paper Collage

$7,500.00

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Description

Original paper collage features a cowboy wearing colorful fringe jacket with saguaro cactus in the distance. Contemporary Western art merges paper collage with painting and ink transfer techniques. Companion cowgirl also available.

Limited Series -- More Info
  • Title: Quilted Wrangler: Cowboy (Collage)
  • Medium: vintage papers and acrylic on wood
  • Size: 50" H x 36 1/8" W (framed)
  • Frame: hand-assembled grey-brown wood frame with silver fillet
  • Hardware: ready to hang with wire on back

The Process

The background was hand-painted with acrylic on wood panel. The cowboy's jacket was constructed from hand-cut vintage papers, each and every detail cut with scissors. The cactus and his face use image transfer techniques learned during my printmaking days in collage and thereafter.

Learn more about the collage process.

The Story

These pieces are about a connection to a missed memory--a fleeting dream that maybe wasn’t a dream. Did we really ride out of Durango with the sagebrush on our shins, the aspen in our hair, the bison wrangler holding steady to her lead line? Did we really crouch low in the crisp fall morning canyon, the smell of cigarette smoke and gunpowder on Grandad's hunting jacket? Did we really meet him at the saguaro lounge, the roadsmith selling butterflies in jars out of the back of a rusted Pontiac? Our stories are still there but the memory is fuzzy, faded, vintage.