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"Don't Move"
Giclée canvas print:
16"x20", edition size 100 s/n
$775 unframed

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Unframed print - $775 +
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My painting depicts an untold story, which starts after the hunt has ended. It’s nearing twilight, my favorite time of the day, and only the remnants of the ubiquitous afternoon tea remains on the campsite tables. A white linen tablecloth sits with its china teapot, assorted jams and a few leftover scones and cakes. On the other table, three nearly empty teacups. Seated is the dashing and eccentric white hunter, Fritz Shindelar with the two daughters of his client, Mr. Barclay owner of a bank. Fritz, characteristically, was probably titillating his audience with exaggerated stories of his heroism and daring deeds.

It could have been the sound of an ox pecker or the casual snorting sound from behind, but without turning or missing a beat, Shindelar gently touches the arm of one of his charges and whispers “Don’t Move”.

They turn slowly, very slowly. Almost imperceptible. Boldly standing behind is a rhino like something from a prehistoric dream, his round ears cocked forward in their direction. Having browsed his way into the clearing, there he stands, shortsighted in both brains and vision, all three thousand pounds of him, seemingly unaware of their presence. Their challenge is to either wait him out or find sanctuary. With 20/20 hindsight, they quickly chose no action as the best action. A similar scenario two days earlier and a lesson learned, led them to this wise decision. Earlier a rhino had startled the eldest daughter, she screamed and ran for a tree, which she climbed. The rhino saw her movement and gave chase. Fritz immediately mounted his horse and rode off to save the damsel. When he reached the tree he dismounted and played a game of tag with the rhino, round the tree, perhaps to impress the girl, who knows? Finally he shot the beast and helped the grateful young lady down from the tree. Obviously this was a lesson well learned.


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