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"Eagle Watch" by John Dean,  Acrylic on stretched canvas  20" x 36"

"Eagle Watch" by John Dean, Acrylic on stretched canvas 20" x 36"

"Night Shade" by John Dean,  Acrylic on stretched canvas,      11" x 11"

"Night Shade" by John Dean, Acrylic on stretched canvas, 11" x 11"

Focus 360 Exhibition: John Dean

Focus 360 Exhibition: John Dean

"River Crossing" by John Dean, Acrylic on stretched canvas,  11" x 11"

"River Crossing" by John Dean, Acrylic on stretched canvas, 11" x 11"

"Star Bright" by John Dean, Acrylic on stretched canvas, 20" x 40"

"Star Bright" by John Dean, Acrylic on stretched canvas, 20" x 40"

"Winter Edge" by John Dean, Acrylic on stretched canvas      20" x 40"

"Winter Edge" by John Dean, Acrylic on stretched canvas 20" x 40"

"Yacona River" by John Dean, Acrylic on stretched canvas,  24" x 40"

"Yacona River" by John Dean, Acrylic on stretched canvas, 24" x 40"

"Winter Amber" by John Dean, Acrylic on stretched canvas,  20" x 40"

"Winter Amber" by John Dean, Acrylic on stretched canvas, 20" x 40"

"Waiting" by John Dean, Acrylic on stretched canvas,  24" x 36"

"Waiting" by John Dean, Acrylic on stretched canvas, 24" x 36"

"Moving Day" by John Dean,  Acrylic on stretched canvas,   40" x 28"

"Moving Day" by John Dean, Acrylic on stretched canvas, 40" x 28"

"Winter Clear," by John Dean Acrylic on canvas  "After a day with the Cedars darkening in the cold of the thin winter sun, the light fades and the deep snow turns electric as it reflects the clear sky. The few remaining seedpods of summer shiver in the sharp breeze before the stars crystallize the night sky."

"Winter Clear," by John Dean Acrylic on canvas "After a day with the Cedars darkening in the cold of the thin winter sun, the light fades and the deep snow turns electric as it reflects the clear sky. The few remaining seedpods of summer shiver in the sharp breeze before the stars crystallize the night sky."

"Indian Camp," by John Dean Acrylic on canvas.  "November's sun warmed my shoulders as it must have warmed the hides stretched on pine poles. It was quiet enough to hear the sound of Osage moccasins on the warm earth, in the brittle grass."

"Indian Camp," by John Dean Acrylic on canvas. "November's sun warmed my shoulders as it must have warmed the hides stretched on pine poles. It was quiet enough to hear the sound of Osage moccasins on the warm earth, in the brittle grass."

"Mud Season" by John Dean, Acrylic on stretched canvas,  20" x 36"

"Mud Season" by John Dean, Acrylic on stretched canvas, 20" x 36"

"Autumn Songs," by John Dean  "I stop my car along the side of the road to halt the blur of the endless fields outside my window. I get out, walk up close to a small section of corn as it towers above me and listen. The breeze rattles and rustles as it scrapes past the scratchy leaves and rigid stalks still holding their summer bounty. Soon they will be harvested and chopped, but not before I hear the songs they play as they wait."

Ledges Canvas Print / Canvas Art by John Dean

"Autumn Songs," by John Dean "I stop my car along the side of the road to halt the blur of the endless fields outside my window. I get out, walk up close to a small section of corn as it towers above me and listen. The breeze rattles and rustles as it scrapes past the scratchy leaves and rigid stalks still holding their summer bounty. Soon they will be harvested and chopped, but not before I hear the songs they play as they wait."

"Shaded Snow" by John Dean, Acrylic on stretched canvas,    24" x 36"

"Shaded Snow" by John Dean, Acrylic on stretched canvas, 24" x 36"

"South Facing," by John Dean Acrylic on canvas  "The old barn at the top of the Hackmann hill didn't survive the developer's schemes. I saw it before it was destroyed with a carpet of the stubble of this season's corn spread before it, Basking in the warm mid-day sun of autumn, the barn held more memories than I can show. Now it will outlast the falling leaves. "

Ledges Canvas Print / Canvas Art by John Dean

"South Facing," by John Dean Acrylic on canvas "The old barn at the top of the Hackmann hill didn't survive the developer's schemes. I saw it before it was destroyed with a carpet of the stubble of this season's corn spread before it, Basking in the warm mid-day sun of autumn, the barn held more memories than I can show. Now it will outlast the falling leaves. "