David Terry’s drawings and paintings range from evocative landscapes and portraits to intricate, multi-image montages. In addition to Terry’s work in Fine Art, he illustrates regularly for a number of national magazines and newspapers. Since 1997, he has completed 26 published bookcovers, many advertising pieces, and numerous privately commissioned works. All of the work is done on paper. Tinting/painting is done with watercolor, pastel pencils, oil pencils, and inks.

While Terry’s rural eastern Tennessee roots are obvious in the nature imagery and Southern iconography that permeate his work, his grounding in Literature is perhaps even more apparent—he holds an undergraduate degree in English from the University of the South and graduate degrees in Literature from both Middlebury (the Bread Loaf School of English), and Duke, with additional graduate studies at Oxford and the University of Virginia.

David Terry first gained attention at the 1994 New Art exhibition at Duke University. Subsequently (not to mention surprisedly), he won an Emerging Artist Grant in 1996, and (since that time) has held many one-man shows in various commercial galleries, and otherwise beat a very hot track out of the teaching profession…..and, yes, he is highly aware (ten years after this website was established, and the previous comments written) that it’s more than just-slightly creepy to introduce yourself in the third-person. I also realize that saying you work for newspapers has, in the past ten years, become all too much like saying you repair carriage wheels or moonlight in a whale-oil factory.

 

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Good Art: Drawn Right & Sold At Popular Prices. I should begin by emphasizing that not everything on this page is “Available” (much/most of my work is commissioned), and I should admit that not all of the works are even particularly “Current” (for better or worse, I don’t spend a lot of my days updating this dang thing). All of the following are works-on-paper. All are drawn with pen&ink or (when they’re not) painted with watercolors, pastel pencils, and oil pencils. The sizes are about as accurate as you can expect from someone whose last math class was sometime before the first Reagan Administration. Just for the record?….prices range between 300$ and 4000$, as a wildly general and arbitrarily-enforced rule. The final fact is that it’s easier for everyone-involved if you just telephone or email me to inquire about a picture. Simply hit the “contact the artist” icon…which is somewhere to everyone’s left. In most cases, I can cough up a fairly accurate guess as to where the picture actually is. Potential clients can do themselves a favor by bearing in mind that I’m always a complete sucker for a good sob story. Just recall that it has to be a good one. If you’re interested in buying one of the pieces, high resolution jpegs are available. We regret to say that chocolates, contraband nylons, and “Don’t Blame Me…I voted for McCain” buttons are no longer accepted as alternative payments. Those pieces already being handled by a particular gallery are (for the most part and somewhat reliably) marked as such; by clicking on the gallery’s name, you may contact the galleries regarding availability, price, etc.) . Almost all of the pictures are framed by the galleries, but I do sell them out of the frames if asked to do so.

Here a a few of my favorites from the current collection:

This is perhaps my favorite dog painting from the past five or so years, which is saying rather a lot, since there've been more than a lot of commissioned dog paintings

This is perhaps my favorite dog painting from the past five or so years, which is saying rather a lot, since there’ve been more than a lot of commissioned dog paintings

 

 

 

 

 

 

Imanis smile

Leans in toward the Light

Dans Le Nord Pinus

Myn Lyking (Portrait of Sharon Wheeler and grandchildren).

These Moments

“Bessie Mbdugah and Child”

Bettie Davis Eyes

One Fine Day

I Shall find some Peace Here

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I’ve spent the past six months in the this big, old, inn in a small valley at the foot of the Blue Ridge. The inn itself and the “town” of Nellysford (no more than seven or so buildings and one even older house) are a very peaceful, beautiful, and oddly unpopulated place to be. It is utterly easy to avoid/ignore all the strife and trouble (an understatement, I know) elsewhere. We (all two of us) have happily been run off our feet these past four days with incoming guests (most of whom are taking their first outing, post lockdown; we can offer private sleeping/gallery porches for all the bedrooms, etcetera). I turned on the news this afternoon and was simply stricken by the pure, divisive nastiness of the President’s (a supposed ADULT) recent public addresses. I listened to about five more minutes of the BBC and NPR……and I recalled this painting, which I did ten years ago as an illustration for Maddy Prior’s recording of one of my favorite songs by Rick Kemp.. I particularly love (have done so since I first heard rick’s song back in the early 1990’s) the last verse. “Raise your eyes and see my world”, indeed….and I. hope we’ll all, to the extent possible in our varying circumstances, do the same. I’m, as ever, a lucky boy……all I had to do was to take the dogs around to the broad front porch and look out on the mountains that surround us here. Oh, well….here’s a song (see te lyrics below) and a painting for all of my friends. Raise your eyes…..
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“Somewhere along the road
Someone waits for me
Beyond the present storms that blow
Waiting patiently

No secrets held in an open heart
A spirit that soars over mountains
Somewhere along the road
Someone waits for me

Somehow a guiding light
Always shows the way
To those who lose their way by night
Searching for the day

A day away from happiness
Tomorrow will bring a new sunrise
Somewhere along the road
Someone waits for me

Sometimes when winds are still
Unexpectedly
Perhaps beyond this silent hill
A voice will come to me
Raise your eyes and see my world
Raise your voice and sing out

Somewhere along the road
Someone waits for me
Somewhere along the road
Someone waits for me….”

“Speak, Memory” “Speak, Memory”  Pastel, pencil, and watercolor.  2018….and, yes, it’s for sale; just contact me). I finished this today, thinking (as I sat here among all these unpacked boxes and two dogs who want to go on the fields for the long, end-of-the-day walk) to DO something that forged a connection between my old life and this new and unwelcomedly sudden one. The title’s stolen, of course, from Nabokov (a great and unapologetic thief, himself,….just like Picasso)

“Speak, Memory” Pastel, pencil, and watercolor. 2018….and, yes, it’s for sale; just contact me). I finished this today, thinking (as I sat here among all these unpacked boxes and two dogs who want to go on the fields for the long, end-of-the-day walk) to DO something that forged a connection between my old life and this new and unwelcomed sudden one. The title’s stolen, of course, from Nabokov (a great and unapologetic thief, himself,….just like Picasso)

After-the-Rains. David Terry “After the Rains” Pencil, pastel, and watercolor  2018

After-the-Rains.-“After the Rains” Pencil, pastel, and watercolor 2018

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“Deep Nights and Quiet Days” Pencil pen, and watercolor 2018  The subject is my old Dougan, who, at age 13, remains the most genuinely sweet-tempered, if not the smartest terrier I’ve ever had (and who knows how he would rank among the fastest, since I’ve never seen him act in the least rushed or hurried since he was about three months old) He is, all done and said, the mellow, not-so-Big Lebowski of West Highland terriers. He’s aging well and peacefully out here on the farm. Most of every day, nowadays, Dougan’s off with the fairies (as the Irish say of sweet, but forgetful/charmingly vague old ladies who doze off to sleep every half hour or so, but who invariably wake up bright and happy). Still?…he perks right up and is his young self when there’s food in the offing or when we snuggle up each night in bed. As one friend said of him, years ago?….”Oh, I don’t know about ‘stupid’. Dougan’s just not going to let himself get exercised, figuratively or literally, over anything.”. Here’s him at his most beguiling……

“Deep Nights and Quiet Days” Pencil pen, and watercolor 2018 The subject is my old Dougan, who, at age 13, remains the most genuinely sweet-tempered, if not the smartest terrier I’ve ever had (and who knows how he would rank among the fastest since I’ve never seen him act in the least rushed or hurried since he was about three months old) He is, all done and said, the mellow, not-so-Big Lebowski of West Highland terriers. He’s aging well and peacefully out here on the farm. Most of every day, nowadays, Dougan’s off with the fairies (as the Irish say of sweet, but forgetful/charmingly vague old ladies who doze off to sleep every half hour or so, but who invariably wake up bright and happy). Still?…he perks right up and is his young self when there’s food in the offing or when we snuggle up each night in bed. As one friend said of him, years ago?….”Oh, I don’t know about ‘stupid’. Dougan’s just not going to let himself get exercised, figuratively or literally, over anything.”. Here’s him at his most beguiling……

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