Paintings, drawings, photography, sculptures and woodworking by artist Paul Woggy
They’ve never met, yet these industrious adventurers recognize each other immediately. The reflected wanderlust uncanny—recreation bordering on compulsion. The planning: meticulous. The journey: arduous. But the experience is transcendent. Living the dream is more than plans can imagine. They exchange tales in a wave—and create a new one that will travel with them forever.
26″x20″ Acrylic on Canvas
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Climbing takes Trevor closer to the stars. He knows it’s nonsense, but it’s a fun thought. The stars paint pictures in Trevor’s mind—entertained; it’s an ancient game that connects us all. Explorers, fortunetellers, scientists, storytellers. Guiding us to new possibilities. Inspiring dreamers of every kind.
9″x12″ Pastel on Paper
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Long ago, the city tasked the Gargolope to defend its border. For centuries, he stared out at the dark forest—always ready to leap into action. The city has long forgotten him. The forest has not. Gently, patiently, the forest reached out to the champion with honeysuckle arms—entwining the Gargolope and pulling him to the forest’s protective darkness with a sweet embrace.
26″x20″ Acrylic on Canvas
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Just out of the corner of your eye. A glassy shimmer in the stone. Just one shaky leaf. A single purple dot in the wavy sea of yellow green grass. Easy to miss. Easy to ignore. It could easily be nothing. For the patient and observant the magic is real. Very small, but very real.
9″x12″ Pastel on Paper
Dad strides home, dragging his prize behind—a golden chanterelle, foraged from deep in the forest. His anticipating bunnies have waited, wondered—now they watch with excitement.
Dad’s a jacked, lumberjack jackrabbit – so of course his name is Terrence.
After a day on the trail, an elk backpacker pauses on a vista. Light cascades on the mountain ahead. He lets his pack fall away—not in weariness, but to stand fully in stillness. This is what make the trek worthwhile: these ephemeral moments. No camera can capture the beauty and emotion. Some things can only be savored, not saved.