King Quail Revenge Georgia Red Mud Contemporary Folk Art

This hunter and his pointer dog thought they had a big one in site.

It turned out to be way bigger than they thought.

The King Quail got them and is hauling the two culprits away to quail jail.

The ever so loyal pointer is still holding his point though till the end of the line.

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Ludowici Lawmen Georgia Red Mud Painting

I did this one thinking about the stories and warnings my Grandad would tell me about the times he ran liqour from Brunswick Georgia up to his home in Ninety Six South Carolina way back in the 1920's and 30's.

He always warned me about that town.

"Don't ever drive through that town."

"Go around that town...those Ludowici Lawmen will get you boy."

I was always scared to death of Ludowici Georgia.

Big Granny’s Private Mystery Jug Georgia Red Mud Painting

She does not share this jug!

Or at least what is in it.

You can look and wonder all you want...

Just like these nosey chickens.

Everybody wants to know though.

What is Big Granny hiding in this jug?

Will the secret stay safe forever?

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The Blackbird Blues-Georgia Red Mud Painting-Steven Chandler

Here is a desperate man belting out his blues.

The blackbirds love to sing with him.

The poor bluesman is beside himself with this though.

He is singing in the key of A.

Those birds are singing in the key of L.

This is an original Georgia Red Mud Painting, the latest from my Bluesman Series. It measures 24x24 inches on wood with one of my homemade frames that is part of the painting. It is available for $2500. Email me for more details. georgiaredmudpainter@gmail.com

Cheevers's Bleeding Eye Face Jug & The Old House Drywall Disaster-Steven Chandler Artist

After not being able to look at this painting for nearly a year, I was able to tell the horrible story of how it came to be and it's tiumphant resurrection to the heart of the nations capitol.

The Savannah Oyster Thieves-Steven Chandler Air Force Brat-Rockets Red Glare & WW3

Inspired by my trips down to Savannah and an unconditional love of everything oyster. This as well makes me think of my grandad's stories of running illegal corn liquor from Ninety Six South Carolina down to the shipyards of Brunswick Georgia in the 1920's. I will never forget, "Don't ever get caught in Ludowici," he would warn, "the Law there," then eyes to the ground and a slow nodding of the head. I never got the full story, but to this day my fear precludes my foot in Ludowici Georgia.

This wasn't my life. I was an Air Force Brat with deep southern roots, born on an Air Force base, I have no "hometown." I was raised around NASA rockets, roaring F4 Phantoms overhead and silos of mixed-race men working harmoniously in deep holes filled with intercontinental ballistic missiles and my dad, the officer, with the code and keys to WW3. I grew up knowing I was ground zero everywhere I went.

Why these images and stories come out from my fingers is beyond me.

Backdoor, Studio As Of Now-Georgia Red Mud Paintings

View from the studio back porch door-October 2022

Ansel Adams would sometimes come in my high school photography class out on the central coast of California.

He was friends with my teacher. I didn't know who he was, an old fella who liked photography.

I could just kick myself sometimes.

Steven Chandler Art-Georgia Red Mud Painting-Available Work

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Two Dogs On A Dead Road Steven Chandler Red Mud Georgia

Rooting around, smelling, looking...

Are they lost?

Have they been dumped,abandoned?

Where to go?

What's next they say.

Been a long, long time, finally they've reached,

the end of the road.

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The Lightning Bug Lantern Haint-Steven Chandler Art Summer 2021

I have seen him on my property he is real!

During the day he has no lantern, night he certainly does.

I have seen them...

heard them...

smelled them.

There are ghost and haints all over this patch of Georgia.

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Man In Privet With Razorbacks-Steven "Red Mud" Chandler

I don't know when the "Red Mud" moniker started sticking, but it is certainly now firmly stuck.

This old farmer here in this painting looks like he's been chased up a tree a time or two. He's taken the opportunity to get a much needed siesta. I just hope he doesn't fall out of that privet before the hogs lose interest.

I can honestly say I have had to run up a tree because of a wild hog or two. In rural California where I lived decades ago, I hunted a good bit, mostly dove, quail and duck, oh and rattlesnakes, but that's another story. If I knocked a bird down in a jungle slough, you would risk your life trying to get it. The first thing you had to do was take a big whiff. Once you knew the smell, you knew the hogs were there. Now if it was a big sow with piglets, you wouldn't have time to breath. Nothing funnier than seeing a man hauling butt out of a slough with chest waders on.

We have the hogs here in Georgia too. They come up in our back sometimes and root around and make a damn mess. I keep my Remington at the ready though. I think the hogs know it and have stayed clear for a while now.

My Master's Noble Jar-Dave "The Slave" Drake-Georgia Red Mud Painting

This painting came about from seeing my art in a auction catalog with the pottery of Dave The Slave Drake-A man who was owned and forced to work-A man who's pottery now sells for hundreds of thousands of dollars. I tried to imagine how Dave would have thought of his work. I painted him here as if he was protecting it, keeping it from someone, afraid to let it go, but knowing no matter how hard he held onto it, eventually he would have to sign it over to his Master.

Remember that woman who was offended about the seeing cotton in a vase at a Hobby Lobby? How can that be an issue and slave pottery, being sold now, making thousands of dollars for people not be offensive or some kind of issue?

Alive today, who would Dave be, Cornel West, Ben Carson, Obama? Who was he 150 years ago? A slave. Who is he buying you that new ski boat? A slave.

By the way, all my South Carolina ancestors were illiterate, white, cotton farmers who were too poor to own slaves. Should I also be offended by a vase of cotton at a Hobby Lobby?

Feuding Bovine Breeders-Steven Chandler

These two cowboys are fighting over their cows blaming each others cows for not wanting to hook-up.

The cows don't know what all the hub-bub is about. They just want to eat and enjoy the nice weather. They'll do the wild thing when nobody is looking.

Reminds me of all the times helping my Grandad out on his South Carolina farm. He was always cussing something about his cattle.

Either they would get out into the road or eat up someone else property or the "damn" hay bails would rot in the winter or the cows wouldn't put on the weight like he wanted.

It was always something.