Portrait Art of Our Presidents

Presidential Portraits of the Obamas, Barack and Michelle
Iconic portraits by artists Kehinde Wiley and Amy Sherald: Kehinde’s oil on canvas of President Barack Obama and Amy’s oil on linen of First Lady Michele Obama

Portrait Art of Barack and Michelle Obama at the Smithsonian

Thanks to patriotic benefactors, two prestigious portraits now hang in the Smithsonian: Kehinde Wiley’s oil on canvas of Barack Obama and Amy Sherald’s oil on linen of Michelle Obama, our 44th President and First Lady. These insightful character studies offer a measure of creativity and embody the essence of why America fell in love with Barack and Michelle and elected them our First Family.

The unveiling ceremony, February, 12, 2018, was part of the Smithsonian’s  50th milestone anniversary of its Portrait Gallery. Continue reading Portrait Art of Our Presidents

Modern Portrait of Prez Donald Trump for Card Art

My first portrait of Prez Trump, in a Modern style

Trump of Spades playing card
Trump of Spades

I went Modern when I grabbed my pen to ink the portrait of our new President, Donald J. Trump, then framed it for a deck of cards. The first thing that pops into my mind when I hear the word Trump is … Play Your Trump Card!

A notable painter is always commissioned to paint an Trump of Hearts for Valentine's Day, a Modern Portrait of Donald J. TrumpOfficial Portrait of the President and the first lady for the White House gallery, a tradition since Gilbert Stuart’s portrait of President George Washington in 1797.

And one of many decisions our Presidents and First Ladies make as they leave the White House at the end of their term is who will paint their official portraits for the Smithsonian.

Benefactors underwrite the cost of these portraits to honor the President and First Lady and to present historical portraits for public gallery viewing at the Smithsonian.

My portrait of President Donald Trump is an unofficial portrait.

Trump of Diamonds, Hearts, Spades, and Clubs

Play your Trump card of Diamonds
Trump of Diamonds

I framed Donald Trump’s portrait with all of the playing card suits, Diamonds, Hearts, Spades, and Clubs, so  you could play with a full deck.

Here’s a link to a coloring page. Go wild with  your color palette when you paint, like I did.

Credit: my Modern Art of Pres. Trump was inspired by Newsweek’s Special Inaugural issue: Trump, Commander in Chief.

Paint our 45th President of the U.S.
Paint a poster of 45, Donald J. Trump

Pick a Card, Any Card


President George H.W. Bush Shook My Hand

President George Herbert Walker Bush
Bush 41, rock star, at the Springfield MO Airport

1992 - the Year President George H.W. Bush Shook My Hand by Happenstance

Hubby Darrell snapped this photo of President Bush while jumping mid air, above a crowd. It was taken old school, with my daughter’s Instamatic camera. Darrell’s beloved Nikons  were at home because … we were on a road trip.

It was daughter Stephanie’s freshman year of college, and we were headed to her dorm.

We were squashed in the car with two teens and suitcases, windows down, speeding past Springfield, Mo.

As our two teen mob bosses debated over which radio station —   country or rock — we heard announced, President Bush to make a campaign stop at the Springfield airport!

Screech! Detour! Darrell turned our car around and headed to the airport.

We were not the first. A huge crowd gathered at the airport to see 41 that day. The sun was shining. It was a beautiful day in the Ozarks.

When we arrived, Air Force One was parked on the tarmac, looking presidential.

There was already an expectant crowd waiting to see the President and First Lady depart Air Force One. People stood three-rows deep, cordoned off behind ropes.

Everyone was smiling as they politely elbowed their way forward to be in front, constrained only by security ropes.

I, myself, was maneuvering to nudge and weasel forward as we waited for the President.

Albeit, everyone was as eager to see 41 and shake his hand as I was. Nobody in the crowd budged an inch to make room for me.

My attempts to inch forward a row could be likened to busting through a military barricade.

I wanted to shake the hand of our beloved President

When at last I heard the President’s voice, I jumped and screamed. The louder Herbert Walker’s voice grew and the nearer he came to where I was standing, the more jumping and screaming I did.

I heard him, but I couldn’t see him behind the crowd. I stretched my hand forward as far as humanly possible, hoping he would see my hand and shake it.

Stephanie later likened my actions to a teenager at a rock concert.WOW Barbara Bush

Then I heard the warm, honey dripping voice of Barbara Bush as she walked and greeted the crowd, steps behind the President. I went ballistic.

Barbara! Barbara! I screamed, jumping, hoping to get a glimpse of her.

I propelled my body forward with every ounce of bounce I had, hoping not to tumble on top of the people in front of me.

My unseen hero

Suddenly, the nicest thing in the world happened to me. Someone unseen in the crowd in front of me grabbed my wrist, pulled my hand forward, and plunked it into the President’s hand.

That’s how I touched greatness.

I have no idea who this stranger was in the front row, but I can still feel his warm hand wrap around my wrist as he pulled it forward.

I imagined him as anxious to shake the President’s hand as I was but through kindness, he gave that opportunity to me.

No knowing who it was, I never got to thank him. Just thinking, he must be a noble Springfieldian.

The Impossible Became Possible

Shaking the President’s hand was about as impossible as getting his photo. The President was flanked by Secret Service Agents, newspaper photographers, TV camera crews, and the crowd. It was impossible to get a photo third row back.

But Darrell, a seasoned action and editorial photographer, pulled a sage photographer’s trick and turned himself into a human tripod. He raised his arms to tower above his head, aimed, and snapped.

Then he jumped and at the apex of his jump, he snapped more photos.

Of course he couldn’t look through the viewfinder with his camera above his head. There was no way to see what he was capturing, let alone compose a photo.

He aimed best he could and snapped a complete roll of film in high hopes he would get one, good photo, a photographer’s dream.

Surprise! Photo Prints of 41

Imagine our delight when we developed that little roll of film from my daughter’s point-and-shoot camera. Sure, we had photos of the tops of people’s head, but in the mix, photos of beloved President George Herbert Walker Bush.

photograph of George Herbert Walker Bush and the press
Kind and polite, President George H.B. Walker Bush embraces the public

My hand became golden the day I shook the hand of Bush 41. I didn’t want to wash it ever again. I felt like what I imagine a teen girl feels at a rock star’s concert.