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 regularly illustrates for several national magazines and newspapers. Since 1997, he has completed 26 published book covers, 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 evident in the nature imagery and Southern iconography that permeates his work, his grounding in Literature is perhaps even more apparent. David holds an undergraduate degree in English from the University of the South and post-graduate degrees in Literature from 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 scorching track out of the teaching profession. David Terry 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 become all too much like saying you repair carriage wheels or moonlight in a whale-oil factory in the past ten years.

 

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Good Art: Drawn Right & Sold At Popular Prices. Not everything on this page is “Available” (much/most of my work is commissioned), and I should admit that not all of the pieces 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 a 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. As a wildly general and arbitrarily enforced rule, just for the record?….prices range between 300$ and 4000$. 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.

I can cough up a reasonably accurate guess as to where the picture actually is in most cases. 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.

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

 

Another Spring (portrait of Newby Day; Charlottesville, Virginia) Pencil, pastel, and watercolor 2016

A day hasn’t gone by, over the past two years, when I don’t actively miss my longtime and steadfast friend, Newby Day….who died a little over two years ago. I gave the painting to her daughters. Newby lived for many decades with her many and many beloved terriers. Since her death, I’ve always thought of this poem when I think of her. “In My Good Death”.By Dalia Shevin

— For David Shevin, in loving memory

“I will find myself waist-deep in high summer grass. The humming
shock of the golden light. And I will hear them before I see
them and know right away who is bounding across the field to meet
me. All my good dogs will come then, their wet noses
bumping against my palms, their hot panting, their rough faithful
tongues. Their eyes are young and shiny again. The wiry scruff of
their fur, the unspeakable softness of their bellies, their velvet ears
against my cheeks. I will bend to them, my face covered with
their kisses, my hands full of them. In the grass, I will let them knock
me down. “

"And We Will Have Days and Days Like These" (for Ann Walker Phillips, Christmas 2020) Pencil, pen, and watercolor     I'll be mailing off this small but lovely (I think) painting as a gift to my friend, Ann Walker Phillips (who is among the five friends of mine whose old, much beloved dogs have died this past week or so. It's always a heartbreaker each time and no matter how many times it happens).
“And We Will Have Days and Days Like These” (for Ann Walker Phillips, Christmas 2020) Pencil, pen, and watercolor I’ll be mailing off this small but lovely (I think) painting as a gift to my friend, Ann Walker Phillips (who is among the five friends of mine whose old, much-beloved dogs have died this past week or so. It’s always a heartbreaker each time and no matter how many times it happens).
"Snowday" India Ink & Watercolor 9"x11" December 2020 $135 (If interested in purchase, pm via Facebook or email dterrydraw@aol.com). Well, I think this pitcher's sufficiently self-explanatory. I, having gotten up at 4:30 this morning, just re-did it to my satisfaction. I think it's very jolly.......
“Snowday” India Ink & Watercolor 9″x11″ December 2020 $135 (If interested in purchase, pm via Facebook or email dterrydraw@aol.com).
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“VALENTINO” (Portrait of Suman Bhatia. 2013)

pastel, pencil, and watercolor

2015

“My Girl” (Portrait of Terry Graedon; for her husband, Joe Graedon) Pencil, pastel, and waercolor 2014 NFS    One of the loveliest couples I know is Joe and Terry Graedon…..yes, they of Public Radio’s “The People’s Pharmacy”.  They’re just…..fun and delightful, smart and genuinely caring and all sorts of other good things.    This portrait of Terry was a present from me to Joe.  Isn’t Terry a long-limbed filly of a girl?  She’ll be just as pretty when she’s ninety (a genuine smile does, indeed, go a long way in this world).

“My Girl” (Portrait of Terry Graedon; for her husband, Joe Graedon)
Pencil, pastel, and waercolor
2014
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One of the loveliest couples I know is Joe and Terry Graedon…..yes, they of Public Radio’s “The People’s Pharmacy”. They’re just…..fun and delightful, smart and genuinely caring and all sorts of other good things.
This portrait of Terry was a present from me to Joe. Isn’t Terry a long-limbed filly of a girl? She’ll be just as pretty when she’s ninety (a genuine smile does, indeed, go a long way in this world).

“Portrait of Catherine Sullivan Oztekin” “Portrait of Catherine Sullivan Oztekin”  Pencil, pastel, and watercolor  2020  Well, I wouldn’t be the first in this world to have noticed that, while a smile might and may convey many things, it’s only very rarely that obvious kindness is conveyed. Maybe it’s in the eyes….maybe in the smile. In any case, you can see it in this portrait. I knew Catherine “Cacky” Sullivan (” Catherine Sullivan Oztekin” these days) during my college days at Sewanee, where she figured rather prominently as a pretty, pleasant, and quite warrantedly popular girl. I hadn’t, though, particularly thought of her in 36 years until I encountered her page on Facebook a few years ago……and immediately thought “Good Lord….she’s certainly grown up to be a beautiful woman”. Turns out that she has done so, in all the various ways one might define “beautiful”. I’m rarely struck by how lovely some folks are (frankly, I’ve been paid plenty of money, over the years, to paint more than plenty of physically beautiful folks who are otherwise utterly forgettable), but Cacky’s genuinely warm smile struck me, and I asked her (in an email) if I could paint her someday. She said yes…..but I think she was fairly surprised that anyone would want to paint her. “Add a complete lack of vanity to this woman’s list of virtues”, I thought. It remains that she was always a pretty girl, but something indefinable happened around age forty, and she became beautiful. Just a fact. So, sitting here in this old inn (which is currently deserted, courtesy of a stray pandemic), I decided this morning to finally paint Cacky’s portrait. It’s small, of course…..but so is most of my work. It’ll be a gift to Cacky and her husband, of course.

“Portrait of Catherine Sullivan Oztekin”

“Portrait of Catherine Sullivan Oztekin”

Pencil, pastel, and watercolor

2020

Well, I wouldn’t be the first in this world to have noticed that, while a smile might and may convey many things, it’s only very rarely that obvious kindness is conveyed. Maybe it’s in the eyes….maybe in the smile. In any case, you can see it in this portrait. I knew Catherine “Cacky” Sullivan (” Catherine Sullivan Oztekin” these days) during my college days at Sewanee, where she figured rather prominently as a pretty, pleasant, and quite warrantedly popular girl. I hadn’t, though, particularly thought of her in 36 years until I encountered her page on Facebook a few years ago……and immediately thought “Good Lord….she’s certainly grown up to be a beautiful woman”. Turns out that she has done so, in all the various ways one might define “beautiful”. I’m rarely struck by how lovely some folks are (frankly, I’ve been paid plenty of money, over the years, to paint more than plenty of physically beautiful folks who are otherwise utterly forgettable), but Cacky’s genuinely warm smile struck me, and I asked her (in an email) if I could paint her someday. She said yes…..but I think she was fairly surprised that anyone would want to paint her. “Add a complete lack of vanity to this woman’s list of virtues”, I thought. It remains that she was always a pretty girl, but something indefinable happened around age forty, and she became beautiful. Just a fact. So, sitting here in this old inn (which is currently deserted, courtesy of a stray pandemic), I decided this morning to finally paint Cacky’s portrait. It’s small, of course…..but so is most of my work. It’ll be a gift to Cacky and her husband, of course.

"A Fisher King" (Herve Mommeja-Marin; Barcelona, Spain) Pencil, pastel, and watercolor 2014
“A Fisher King” (Herve Mommeja-Marin; Barcelona, Spain) Pencil, pastel, and watercolor 2014
Bessie Mbdugah and Child

“Bessie Mbdugah and Child”

I first met Bessie, two years ago, when she and her two lively children came through this old house for the town’s Christmas Tour.

I immediately thought she was lovely, and I was very happy to do this portrait of her and one of her children this past Christmas. Her astonishingly-tall husband (at 5’6″, I’m used to being the tallest creature in this single-person household filled with small terriers) gave it to her on Christmas Day.

Doesn’t she have that rare thing…..,a very-very genuine smile? She does. That’s what first attracted me to her, while the house was filled with 50 or so folks at a time, tromping through the place.

Down in Mary's Land
“Down in Mary’s Land” pastel, pencil, and watercolor 2018 the title is, obviously, taken from Mary Chapin Carpenter’s fine & lovely song

© 2020 David Terry Art

August Rains
August Rains” pastel, pencil, and watercolor 2018
Bettie Davis Eyes

“Bette Davis Eyes” (Portrait of Dawne Anderson. circa 1989)

“Fasten your seat-belts……it’s going to be a bumpy night…..”

My long time friend, the justly well-known documentary photographer, Titus Heagins (to see some really beautiful work, please go to titusbrooksheagins.com immediately responded to yesterday’s portrait of John Michael Lopez with a message sent from his i-phone: “I love it…best from you…do more of this”.

So, I did…..finishing up (between 5 am this morning and now, which is 1:30 in the afternoon) this small portrait of another friend from, once again, long ago and far away….Vermont, Oxford (the one in England, not the town north of Durham), etcetera……

Dawne, whom I first met at the Breadloaf Writer’s School at Middlebury, Vermont, was, in particular, a good poet, and (more generally) a force to be reckoned with, back in those early days (the mid-’80s, to be precise-ish). I thought (and still think) she was quite beautiful; so, the title of this portrait comes all too readily to mind.

Dawne was also the woman who memorably telephoned (after I had sent out, to 27 friends and relatives, what I now regard as a probably-gratuitous “coming-out” letter) to say “So…. you’re gay? Great. For a while there, I wondered if maybe you were something actually weird.….like just asexual…..”.

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A Silken Tent” (portrait of Heather Robinson; Provence) pastel, pencil, and watercolor,……comme usual…. Heather, a friend of mine, is also the author of the very fine blog, “Lost in Arles”. google it and go it to enrich your days. She’s as lovely as her writing & photography. The title’s stolen, of course, from Robert Frost: “She is as in a field a silken tent At midday when the sunny summer breeze Has dried the dew and all its ropes relent, So that in guys it gently sways at ease, And its supporting central cedar pole, That is its pinnacle to heavenward And signifies the sureness of the soul, Seems to owe naught to any single cord, But strictly held by none, is loosely bound By countless silken ties of love and thought To everything on earth the compass round, And only by one’s going slightly taut In the capriciousness of summer air Is of the slightest bondage made aware. ”
“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)

“Dans Le Nord Pinus” (Arles; France)
“Dans Le Nord Pinus” (Arles; France) “Dans La Nord Pinus” pastel, pencil, and watercolor 15″x16″ 2016 The Nord Pinus is an old, very elegant (since the recent renovation), and fabled hotel in Arles…..and, yes, the name has been a source for confusion and amusement among American tourists since at least 1900.
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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….. go to: ,https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=YkIhC3Ury_M “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….”

© 2020 David Terry Art

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

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

© 2020 David Terry Art

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. “Still Waiting” 10″x 9″ oil pencil, watercolor, and pastel 2017
“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……

© 2020 David Terry Art