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Found objects derive their identity as art from the designation placed upon them by the artist and from the social history that comes with the object.

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This is a photo of a paint drop cloth, that I have used for various painting projects in my home.  I see this paint drop cloth as  an art object. The creative process starts with my seeing this functional object as an art object and then  my  cropping of the photo  of this object. I don’t see this as abstract art because it is a photo of a functional object.


Found objects derive their identity as art from the designation placed upon them by the artist and from the social history that comes with the object.

my drawing board

This photo is of a small section of the underside of my drawing board. The strokes of paint and cut marks represent over fifty years of use creating paintings and illustrations. I am going to order  a 20″ high x30 “wide canvas wrap print of this image and then paint over the print using oil paint.

pedestrian painting by John Foster Dyess

This is a painting based on the pedestrian symbol on a street sign. I wanted to symbolize in a graphic image diversity by showing various colored symbols used in pedestrian crossing signs that represents walking away from racism and intolerance. This painting was purchased by a friend several years ago.
I used enamel paint applied with a putty knife and screwdriver on masonite board to create this painting.
This image is  for sale printed on cups,  shirts, phone cases, and many other things and can be purchased at
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John Foster Dyess

all God's creatures

I took this photo my grandchildren Sophia and Dominic’s plastic animals, that they play with when they visit the home of my wife Carolyn and I. This photo was taken several months ago.

Fathers Day 2019

Posted: June 16, 2019 in art,John_Dyess

fathers day cups

My daughter Audrey gave me this cup about thirty years ago, and I use it for my coffee almost every day.    John Dyess

Wicker basket with apples and pears

“Wicker basket with apples and pears” by John Foster Dyess

I will have a painting and a drawing displayed at OA Gallery along with other artists, in a show called “The Works”. The opening is Friday, May 31 from 6:00 pm until 9:00 pm

Red Flower drawing

Red Flower drawing by John Foster Dyess



Carolyn holding our daughter Audrey, April 1981

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Here is one of Carolyn’s fabric designs for sale on Spoonflower. “Pink Pinwheels”. Check it out.

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My daughter Christy, the person on the right , played Mrs. Webb in the play Our Town. She has acted in many plays at the Pressor Arts center in Mexico Missouri. My wife and and I attended the Sunday afternoon performance.The woman on the left is playing Mrs. Gibbs.

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Christy in another scene during the performance. Photos are from the facebook page of the Pressor Performance Arts Center.

Below is a blog post by our friend Tim Carson who with his wife Kathy attended this performance.

Our Town is every town

by vitalwholeness

I was pleased to recently attend another presentation of the now classic stage play Our Town written by Thornton Wilder. As you know, the sparseness of this play makes it rich. And the running commentary by the Stage Manager actually interprets the normality of life in its bigger view. There are portions of the three act play that always bring me to tears, mostly in the closing act that pulls no punches in bringing the stark reality of mortality and eternity to the fore.

The Stage Manager warns us early on that however intrigued we might be with day-to-day life in Grover’s Corners and refrains of love and marriage, more somber themes are on the way. He wasn’t kidding. Up to the cemetery we go where the dead are “weaned away from the world” step by step.

The living can’t grasp the meaning of life until it’s gone and they sure can’t grasp eternity, not fully, though, as the Stage Manger says, “everybody in their bones knows that something is eternal.”

But it is Emily, dead too early, who captures the longing for life unobserved and missed when she looks back one last time. Her monologue is the nut of the play, and one sentence stands out more than any other:

“Good-by, Good-by, world. Good-by, Grover’s Corners. Mama and Papa. Good-bye to clocks ticking. and Mama’s sunflowers. And food and coffee. And new-ironed dresses and hot baths and sleeping and waking up. Oh, earth, you’re too wonderful for anybody to realize you. Do any human beings ever realize life while they live it? – every, every minute?

And we lean in and listen to the answer of the Stage Manager, our resident philosopher: “No. The saints and poets, maybe—they do some.”

After Emily returns and takes her place in the company of those who have crossed over, darkness falls over Grover’s Corners and the Stage Manager helps us, one more time, to see how the ordinary turns under the aspect of eternity. After noting the time, the way we finite creatures understand time, he speaks to us and says,  “Hm…Eleven o’clock in Grover’s Corners…You get a good rest, too. Good night.”

Do we get a good night’s rest? The saints and poets, maybe.

Is this an Easter story? Part of it? Or larger than it?

Think about that as you watch the close of Act 3 in the Lincoln Center production with actress Penelope Ann Miller.

Here is a segment from  the director’s note by  Dave Roland from the play program.
“It is a play about what it means to be human, what it means for ordinary, unexceptional people to have life and identity, and to contribute their own verse to ” the powerful play.” And in it’s own uniquely powerful way, it encourages the audience to be sure that they are contributing their own verse, they take some time to fully appreciate the small, beautiful wonders of life and our relationship to those with whom we share it.”

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experimental digital portrait of Edgar Allan Poe by John Dyess

This is a recent digital portrait  of Edgar Allan poe that I created.