JIm Veney

This is a painting of a monk sleeping in front of a temple to Shiva done from a photograph taken by my wife in Kathmandu

This is a painting an old women in Cuzco, Peru.  She is looking at some coins given to her by a friend for letting her take her picture.

This is a painting I did from a photograph in a book about hobos.  These, however, according to the book are (or were) tramps rather than hobos.

This is a painting of the youngest of my grandsons, the brother of the one above.  His name is Jim.

This is a painting of one of my grandsons, the oldest of my younger daughter.  His name is Nick.

This is a painting of a photographer taking a picture of re-enactors in Prescott.  It is curious that they are in confederate uniforms since Prescott was a union enclave in the civil war.

This is a painting of a man who runs the cable cars in San Francisco.  I understand that his job is very difficult to master.  Only about twenty-five percent of applicants can actually do it.

This is a painting of a friend who paints with me from time to time.

This is a painting of a good friend from North Carolina.  He was a lieutenant colonel in the marine corps in Vietnam and flew helicopters.  Now he is a faculty member at UNC.

This is a painting of sadhu sitting in front of a temple in Kathmandu, reading a book.  My wife took the photograph.

This is also a painting of a girl in my photography class

This is a painting of a girl in my photography class.  We had to take photographs of one another, so I thought this could do double duty.

This is a painting of my younger daughter.  I didn't take the photograph and I really don't know where it was taken.

This is a painting of my wife from a photograph taken at the Japanese Tea Garden in San Francisco.

This is a painting of my youngest granddaughter.  She is a jewel.  Right now she is a sophomore at ASU.

This is a painting of My oldest grandson, the son of my elder daughter.  He died at the age of twenty from altitude sickness at the Everest Base camp (18000 feet) in Tibet.  He was twenty at the time.  It was a terrible loss.

A woman in my neighborhood went to China and took a photograph of a man making Buddhas.  I was so impressed I asked if I could paint it.  This is the result.

This is a painting from a photo I took in New Delhi, India. It was then the standard way in which ditches were dug.