Parque Paraiso

escapee and starry host

Colors and Lightning

Little Things

      2" x 3" except for United Cabin which is 2.5" x 3"

Held by mother's hands 

Untitled Cabin

The blue peaks, the yellow, dry grass is, I suppose, roughly inspired by the San Francisco Peaks in Flagstaff, Arizona. 

Lonely Shepherd 

It may be difficult to tell, but this sheep does have a face, a very little one, one you can barely see, but it's still there.

Untitled Sheep and Moon

The Things Little Dogs See At Night

This one is a true story--I witnessed it on the picnic bench outside of the Hogan (facing the office) at SWA

Olan's Nightmare

Untitled Winter

(Ready to hang.)

Saturday Breakfast

Gypsy Dancers

Untitled Gypsy Dancers

11 x 14" hand painted wood frame

This one is inspired and made by the request of my sister, a fellow artist.

Not for sale. 

Cows

cow folk = pretty splendid folk

Animals in the Night.

11 x 14" hand painted frame (with collage)

Untitled Wooly Sheep and Pink-eared Bat

11 x 14" hand painted frame (with collage)

You can hear them at night: the scuffling, the huffing, the screeching, the far off flute of the wooly sheep, or the moon humming a lullaby. 

Portraits of the West

She Dances, Slowly at First and Then, Gathering Speed, She Marches and Twirls all Mid-Afternoon - (sold)

     

11 x 14" hand painted frame   

 Night Stories - 5.5 x 8.5"

Her Hands Have Lived Many Years

 

11 x 14" hand painted frame   

Beaver Creek - 6.5 x 8.5"

The Cows Are Waiting for His Next Signal - 11 x 14" hand painted frame

Spring - 5.5 x 8"

He Knows the Pinyon Pine, and the Ponderosa, and the Taste of His Coffee

11 x 14 " hand painted frame 

Through Pines - 4.5 x 7"

Untitled Urgency

11 x 14 " hand painted frame 

Homestead - 4.5 x 7"

The Squirrels Whisper of Hidden Stashes

11 x 14 " hand painted frame 

Untitled - 4.5 x 6"

By the Light of the Stars, She Can See 

11 x 14 " hand painted frame 

Nativity

 Hand painted antique frame - (unavailable)

Pocket Hero in a Pocket Wood

5" x 5"

Better Than Nothing: A Lesson in Holiday Shopping

Inspired by HJB's song of the same title. 

http://hannahbecker.bandcamp.com 

Untitled Sheep by Window

11 x 15

Snuggled down by a window is a gift at the end of each day. Though I miss loved ones, and I speak and read aloud though there is no one else in the room, I am surrounded by inexplicable goodness. 

Sunday Morning

Framed. (sold.)

This piece is a year old come December. Inspired by my father who, one Sunday Morning, trimmed my bangs on the kitchen counter. 

First Snow

4 1/2 x 6 - framed

Story Illustrations

Preface:

When my sister and I were very young, our dad read to us from The Book of Virtues, an anthology of moral tales edited by William J. Bennet. We listened with eager trepidation to the lion gobbling up Jim—the little boy who ran away from his nurse—and we shuddered at the crash of a marble bust falling upon Rebecca, a girl who slammed doors. It was around this time that my sister and I created “Manner School,” an extreme place, for extreme manners.

In recent years I have started putting together a story based on tales and drawings from our childhood. 

Cover Illustration:

Work in progress: Illustrations for a story about Manner School, astonishing  hairdos, and rabbits.   



Classic classroom scene: The rabbits enter to the shock and great curiosity of the students, while the teacher continues with her lesson.

Double-page spread:
Climax: The wig is discovered caught in the chandelier much to the horror of its owner.

Resolution.

Scene:

A powerful institution moved into the quiet town of Cramblyway setting up its head quarters in the rambling Meat Manor, a once-glamorous mansion built and owned by a family who had become quite wealthy through a popular brand of rabbit jerky. The house was named after Mr. Walter Coolly Meat, the meat tycoon who started the business years ago. It had stayed in the family for three generations, until the current owner, the great-granddaughter of W. C. Meat, under the persuasion of the mayor and the board of Cramblyway educators, offered the building as property for a new school—with certain questionable privileges for herself. 

Cramblyway residents very soon discovered the new school presiding at Meat Manor was far beyond any expectations. Such discoveries began with first impressions, hair, in this case. The female members of this institution were known for their most peculiar hairdos, while the males were known for their decidedly unpeculiar hairdos. The most respected female members wore their hair up in something that can best be described as a beehive with a bun on top. The taller the hive meant the more prestigious the member, so it was a constant struggle to figure out the most effective method for putting it up and keeping it in place. And while one might be tempted to try alternate means (a hat or wig for example), authenticity was of the outmost importance.