The Stories Behind the Paintings / Love at First Sight

September 5th, 2019

Love Potion #9 / Rose-breasted Grosbeak

Acrylic on canvas, 36 x 36” plus frame

Seeing a rose-breasted grosbeak for the first time was like a dope-slap from the universe: “Wake up! There’s this whole other world — the world of nature — the really realworld that will inspire, uplift, and sustain you!”

It was exactly what I needed at that moment. I was stumbling around in some pretty dark places as a young woman, trying to find my footing as an adult. Commuting to my office job every day, deep in the gray concrete jungles of NYC, had left me numb, teetering on the edge of despair, and flirting with self-destruction. I had given up hope of ever being an artist or being happy.

To this day, I don’t know how I ended up in Prospect Park — a place I had never been before — or why I even noticed the bird-watchers who were exclaiming over the grosbeak. But they invited me to take a look through their binoculars, and seeing that colorful songbird flipped a switch inside me. “Oh right.”Until that moment, I had forgotten how transformative the natural world could be. A place I knew as a child, but had completely lost. That bird led me to leave my corporate job in NYC, move to the wilds of NH, and yes, eventually reconnect with myself as an artist.

That lovely bird brought me home to myself and I will forever be uplifted whenever I see or hear one — which most delightedly, is often.

How Deep is Your Love? / Humpback Whale

Acrylic on (5) panels, 32 x 100”

My happiest memories as a child usually involve food, or the ocean. In particular, body-surfing for hours in the waves off Breezy Point, a sandy spit just outside of New York City. Oh! That moment when you sync up with the ocean and let her take you on that buoyant, wild, exhilarating ride — whew!

Whales carry that same sense of momentum for me. I’ve now swam with humpbacks twice on their breeding grounds off the coast of the Dominican Republic. I had neverdone anything so intense before but being in the ocean felt familiar and safe. And the whales were literally breath-taking — at least until I learned how to use my snorkel correctly.

But seriously, being able to float near a full-grown, living humpback whale in the open ocean — to have her just be there, right in front of you resting peacefully while her precious baby plays nearby — whew!! Or to hover over a male humpback 20’ below as he sings his whale sonata, feeling the notes pulse throughyour body as they travel outward to connect with all the other humpbacks in that ocean? WHEW!

The first time a whale looked me in the eye — I knew my life had changed forever. It felt like I had received a powerful blessing, or perhaps it was a type of initiation, or maybe even a re-scrambling of my very DNA. W-h-e-w.

I keep trying to capture their wonder and magic in paint, while awaiting further instructions, of course.

Crazy Little Thing Called Love / Honeybee

Acrylic on canvas, 48 x 48”

My husband and I kept bees for a few years after we bought our first house. I found everything about these social insects to be mesmerizing and would often sit by the hives to watch the worker bees come and go. Sometimes I would get too close and get stung. Sometimes we would open the hives when the bees were in a bad mood or the barometric pressure was plummeting and get stung even more. But sometimes, if I approached them with the right mixture of humility, inner calm, and puffs of cool smoke, the bees would just go about their fascinating business of turning nectar and pollen into more bees — and honey.

I would watch — and learn.

Bees taught me to pay better attention to the energy of other beings around me.

Because if you don’t, there will be a price to be paid.

But if you do, the reward is often sweet and golden.

Wild Thing (I Think I Love You) / Great Horned Owl

Acrylic on canvas, 40 x 40”

During my first internship in grad school, I partnered with a Great Horned Owl named Beckett. With this three-foot tall winged predator on my glove, I would try to educate packs of inner-city 6thgrade students about the wonders of nature. Unfortunately, their only real interest in was in each other, and they pretty much ignored me.  But Beckett taught mequite a bit.

Despite being old and blind in one eye, Becket took up space in a very real way.

I was slightly terrified of him and yet loved him with all my heart. With his talons gripping my wrist, his razor-sharp beak right at my eye-level, Beckett would hoot out deep, throat-feather-ruffling pronouncements. He waited patiently for me to decipher his owl language and to learn how to tame myself in the face of all his wild majesty.

His most important lesson: there is no need to fear wild things, but one must always respect them. Fear often leads to destruction. Respect, however, can opens doors to worlds you might otherwise never enter.

I feel so honored to have known him and am so grateful for his wisdom.

What Is This Thing Called Love? / Barred Owl

Acrylic on canvas, 36 x 36”

The second owl I got to work with was a sweet old soul wrapped in the soft brown and white feathers of a barred owl. “Snappy” as we called him, taught me how to reach across our inter-species barrier with body language. A slow blink, a long exhale, and a relaxing of tension in the shoulders would help me ground and also help calm this small fierce being on my glove. Our attempts to charm our audience went so much better if we started from this place of equanimity.

I’ve since learned to use these same signals with other animals including my dog, cats, sheep, chickens and even my husband from time to time. Mammals also respond to a quick lick of the top lip, which I believe is an expression of non-aggression. I’ve used these gestures to reach out to wild bears, bison, and even a whale once. I don’t know if it always helps, but how could it ever hurt to offer friendliness to other beings?

I am so grateful to Snappy for teaching me these basic wild idioms. He was such a generous being, giving up his freedom (and even one wing) to teach me — and so many others — about the magic and wonder of his species. I hope to continue these language studies so that someday I may be able to converse more fluently.

Love At First Sight / Barn Owl

Acrylic on canvas, 40 x 40”

This painting depicts one of the wild ambassadors of the Vermont Institute of Natural Sciences (VINS), located just across the river in Quechee, VT.

This painting is really my tribute to allthe raptors that gave up their freedom to help educate our species about theirs. Each of the hawks, owls, and other birds on exhibit there has been injured in some way and can’t be released back into the wild. So they live in cages and quietly reflect back to us the consequences of living in our world. Each one also offers profound lessons in dignity, fortitude, and beauty.

It is a rare thing for a person to be able to study a wild creature for hours on end without having to suffer deprivation and discomfort. I am so grateful for VINS and it’s wild captives for giving me the chance to know them better. I have studied them all and painted many of them over and over.

How humbling an exercise it is to try to improve my art through mimicking theirs!

Love Will Keep Us Together / Black Bear

Acrylic on canvas, 40 x 40”

My first real encounter with a black bear was in the woods of Ely, Minnesota, near the shores of Lake Superior. I was sitting on a porch with a group of people when a huge black bear walked up the stairs and sat down on a bench nearby. Every one gasped. And then we all broke out into huge smiles, of course!

This is why we were all there!

This was the start of a four-day course with Dr. Lyn Rogers who would introduce us to the wild black bears he had been studying for several decades. He had pioneered the technique of radio-collaring bears without sedation, simply by getting them to trust him. Once collared, he could track the bears and eventually, he invited other lucky people, like myself to come along.

Over the course of the week I got to observe black bears closely, hang out with a super-chill mother and her two rambunctious cubs, and yes, got to look many of them in the eye. What beautiful beings they are — curious, often funny, and alwayshungry, of course!

I am so so grateful for that time and the work that Dr. Rogers and his amazing staff do to help bears and people get along better.

(Don’t You) Love Him Madly / Polar Bear

Acrylic on canvas, 40 x 40”

When I was nearing my last big round birthday, I felt the need to do something dramatic and unprecedented. I had just found this temporary tattoo that said “Be Brave and Be Brilliant.” Yes! I thought, that’s exactly what I want.

And so instead of being practical, I took some of the money my mother left me and went to find polar bears in the tundra of Manitoba. I had previously studied black bears in the wild and that encounter left me hungry (like a bear!) for more.

The highlight of the trip was when I got up early and found a young male polar bear hunkered down outside the fence that secured the camp we were staying in. I sat down a respectful distance away, and we shared a few magical moments together.

I felt brave. And the bear was so brilliant.

It was the best birthday present ever.


I Think I Love You (So What Am I So Afraid Of?) / Grizzly Bear

Acrylic on canvas, 40 x 40”

If there is ever an animal that demands respect, it is the grizzly bear.

The shamanic lore about these bears stretches back beyond the limits of knowing. The Greeks named the brightest constellations after bears, and the Tglinlit tribe referred to bears as the “Mother of all Animals.”

Yes. This is how bears feel to me.

I met the model for this painting a few years ago on the Atnarko River, a salmon river deep in wildest British Columbia. She was fishing with her two cubs as we drifted by in a small boat.

We locked eyes for a few shivery minutes.

This is how she looked to me.

I often wonder how I looked to her? Could she hear my heart pounding? Did she feel my respect, my awe? I sure hope so.

Hello, I Love You (Won’t You Tell Me Your Name?) / Bison

Acrylic on canvas, 60 x 36” plus frame

The first time I saw a bison in the wild, I cried. I wasn’t expecting that.

It felt like a reunion with a family member that I didn’t know how much I had missed until we met again. This may sound kind of woo-woo, but many years later, I did a guided meditation to discover my “animal spirit guide.”

From my imagined circle of all the animals, a bison stepped out and head-butted me in the solar plexus.

Ah, I thought. How perfect.

(And yeah, of courseI am a Taurus.)

Can’t Buy Me Love (No) / Moose

Acrylic on canvas, 48 x 48” plus frame

Unlike most of the animals I’ve portrayed in this show, I’ve never had the chance to look a moose in the eye, never mindhave one look back at me. But I still hold out hope that may happen on one fine and serendipitous day…

This painting is depicts what that moment will feel like.

To me, moose are the wildest of the wild ones, as they survive best far from the impacts of humankind. I don’t really know if such a place exists anymore.

But I’m glad there are such noble wild beasts still.

And I pray that there always will be.


Come And Get Your Love / Rooster

Acrylic on metal panel, 24 x 18” plus frame

I choose not to include the domesticated animals that share my life in this show even though I loved them all at first sight too.

But I wanted to include Mr. Moe, the only rooster I will likely ever know.

He was kind ofwild — noisy, ornery, and horny like all roosters are. And of course, well aware of just how handsome he was.

It was fun to watch him strutting about, serving up his rooster realness.

He reminded me of the boys I grew up with in Brooklyn sometimes.

And yeah, I don’t miss them either!

 Somebody to Love / Raven

Acrylic on canvas, 60 x 40” plus frame

I am so fortunate to live in a place where ravens are always around. It is magical to me to hear them making their funny croaking sounds as they soar by — always so busy! The best time of the year is when the young ravens first fledge and they spend a lot of time making crazy monkey-like yells. Ravens to me are potent magic and I always feel grateful to be reminded of how much enchantment there is in my every day life.

Please visit my website to get more details about any of these paintings. And thanks!

Love At First Sight/ Artist Statement

September 5th, 2019

This is the artist statement for my current show, which is about some of the wild beings I have fallen in love with and have had a positive impact on my life…

Artist Statement by Rosemary Conroy

Love at First Sight

September 6 through October 2, 2019 / AVA Gallery, Lebanon NH

“Knowing someone who belongs to another species can enlarge your soul in surprising ways.”

— Sy Montgomery in How to Be A Good Creature

My life has been punctuated by a series of serendipitous encounters. Meeting my partner of 30 years — ridiculously serendipitous. Having the now famous author Sy Montgomery, (quoted above) as my journalism professor in grad school? What else could it have been? Getting to meet and look almost every one of the wild animals portrayed here in this show in the eye? Divinely so!

Each time my life has intersected with one of these beings*, it changed the course of where I thought I was headed. Each time, it enriched my life in ways still unfolding. And each time, I can happily say, yes it was “love at first sight.”

I’ve never put together what each of my encounters with these wild creatures have given me — some of it is just too hard to articulate. So instead, I painted this show. I did my best to capture their beauty and spirit as a way to express my love, respect, and wonder for them and to honor and thank them for being part of my experience, as well.

Each painting here has a paragraph recounting a bit of the story of how we met — which I hope you’ll find interesting. Each painting is literally embedded with my words of gratitude and prayers for each species — marks often obscured but definitely there. And each painting has a love song for a title— because that’s what each one is, really. I hope the show leaves you humming a happy tune and being grateful for all the wonderful encounters you’ve had with wild ones in yourlife.

I dedicate this show to Sy Montgomery for her continued inspiration, enthusiastic friendship, and bright, uplifting spirit. Without knowing her, I don’t know that I would have had the chutzpah to get eye-to-eye with wild polar bears or swim with humpback whale mommas and babies! Thank you Sy.

*(My encounters with the humans mentioned have been incredibly enriching and wonderful too — but for this show, I’m focusing on the wilder beings.)

Why Have an Open Studio?

October 10th, 2018

Sometimes I have to remind myself but in case you’re interested too…

1. To thank my collectors, in particular — I so appreciate people supporting me as an artist. If you don’t know it, I host this invite-only brunch for my VIP’s before the public part of my open studio every year. (Anyone who has bought a painting or print = VIP.) Since I am half-Sicilian, I learned from an early age that when you want to show appreciation for someone, you feed them until they can’t move! The VIP brunch is my version — we go out of our way to make a bonanza of home-cooked, locally sourced, and/or made as possible.

2. To see old friends and supporters — (see above) Having people make the trek to my studio always brings me great joy! I know it’s an adventure getting here.

3. To meet new friends and supporters — having complete strangers make the trek also expands my heart. Such brave souls!

4. To just be with people — I spend a lot of time alone here. After this, I will dive back into my busiest painting time: winter. Like the bears, I will re-emerge in the spring. Instead of new cubs though, I will have a new body of work to show — I hope!

5. To make money — might as well get it out there: this is a big event in my “business cycle.” I don’t know if I’ll ever get rich being an artist, but I do hope to make some profit every year. (I use up a lot of art supplies!)

6. To make money part 2 — If I make enough money, then I can go travel to see more cool animals and then paint them! (I really like understanding animals before I paint them and I hate going to zoos.)

7. To support a good cause like the Piscataquog Watershed Conservancy (PLC,) to whom I am giving 10% of this year’s sales. It assuages my guilt about not being “in the trenches” anymore / keeps me connected to the conservation community.

8. To connect with people about my subjects: it’s really gratifying to hear what people think of my paintings and to share the story behind them. Most people who come here love animals like I do and it’s energizing to share that. It gives me hope for the world…

9. To evangelize for wildlife — I really do want my audience to consider each animal as another being on this planet. It’s why I paint portraits. This is my dharma.

10. It’s fun! Despite all the whining I do sometimes, I really do enjoy it. I am so happy to live and work here and it’s nice to share this beautiful place with people. So I celebrate being an artist by throwing a big party every year.

I’d be so glad if you could join me…

Artist Statement for Recent Works Show

May 7th, 2018
I will be the featured artist at Sullivan Framing & Fine Art Gallery in Bedford, NH from May 12 through June 30, 2018. This statement refers to the images in that show. To see what else in the show, please click here.

“Noble Nanuk I” Mixed media on metal panel, 24 x 18″ plus double frame

Even though I didn’t last very long as a girl scout, I do remember a song they taught us: “Make new friends, but keep the old. One is silver and the other is gold.” This simple little ditty sums up this show for me — revisiting some favorite themes while also exploring new ones.

Re-doing subjects that I had done in the past is kind of fun. It was interesting to see how my style has evolved. Lately I have been layering color using lots of transparent glazes, which combined with the metal panels underneath creates a brighter overall pop. I am really into layering textures and colors these days — I find it very entertaining!

“Totemic” Acrylic on panel, 36 x 36″ plus frame

The two horses in this show represent a combination of very new and very old approaches to a long-loved subject. Horses are, in fact, how I first got into art. My grandfather, a horse-racing aficionado, taught me to read the racing form when I was about 10 years old. Growing up in Brooklyn, this was the closest I could get to horses but like most girls my age, I fell instantly in love with them. I found a book in the library about Triple Crown winners and started copying the beautiful graphite portraits of Man O’ War and Whirlaway and the other gorgeous thoroughbreds. My mom was so impressed with them that she immediately signed me up for art classes. These pieces are based on a gorgeous Lusitano stallion who lived down the road from me.

“Young Queen of Stellwagen” Acrylic on canvas, 36 x 36″ plus frame

And then there are the whales, which are my latest obsession. As you may or may not know, I had the great good fortune to go swim with humpback whales in the Dominican Republic this past winter. It was enchanting to say the least! As I learn more and more about these fascinating animals, I just want to dive deeper and deeper into this subject. So this is just the beginning of what I hope will be a beautiful friendship.

In these turbulent times, I find great comfort in nature and my art. I hope they bring you some joy as well.

Please visit my website at to see all of my latest paintings and thanks again for your interest!


Never Can Say Goodbye (Artist Statement)

August 5th, 2017

My tribute, homage and valediction to the wild ones


On exhibit from August 18 through September 17, 2017 at the NHIA’s Sharon Arts Gallery in Peterborough, NH.

I keep thinking that all our problems

Soon are gonna work out

But there’s that same unhappy feeling

There’s that anguish, there’s that doubt

It’s the same old dizzy hangup

Can’t do with you or without

Tell me why is it so?

Don’t wanna let you go!

From “Never Can Say Goodbye” written by Clifton Davis

Growing up in a Sicilian-American household, I learned that respect is one of the most important things in life. (It sounds like a bad “Sopranos” cliché, but it’s true.) Whether it’s self-respect or the respect you get from others — without this essential ingredient, your life will be diminished.

Being also raised Catholic and having attended 12 years of parochial school, I developed a deep capacity for reverence, as well. I was taught to revere things that I later came to question and doubt.

But the reflex of reverence runs deep in my psyche. When I discovered the wonder and beauty of the natural world, I immediately recognized that this, this magnificence was truly worthy of reverence.

And therefore, worthy of the utmost respect, too.

It confounds, of course, me that not everyone feels the same way.

From what I can observe, our culture overall seems to have little regard (and consequently little respect) for the natural world.

And now we cannot deny that our world is changing. And I’m pretty sure there’s a connection there. No respect = no consideration.

I often struggle in keeping my despair at bay when I learn about what is happening to the elephants and tigers and polar bears etc. I am constantly seeking a way to “just be” with these facts.

“Change is the only constant” I once learned in my Intro to Ecology class. And resistance to change is ultimately futile, I’ve learned from living a life. Everything changes. You can’t prevent it.

So when I read that the artist Frida Kahlo once wrote, “I paint flowers so they will not die,” it struck a chord deep within me. Is that what I am doing? Painting animals so they will not die?

Is this perhaps one way to deal with the seeming inevitability of extinction? Can one transcend it – even a tiny bit – via art?

So with that possibility in mind, I offer you these portraits of some of the creatures that I respect and revere most deeply.

I painted them so they will live forever.

Bear With Me

September 20th, 2016

Look deep into my eyes…

So why am I so drawn to – not quite obsessed by but neverthe-less strongly attracted to – bears? When I think about it, there is an ursine thread running through my life.

Of course: teddy bear. I had the cutest little brown one with a music box in its guts when I was little. It played a tinkly tinny lullaby. I must have played it a lot because I remember my brothers trying to eviscerate it. But I’m over it now. I swear!

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Gratitude Series

May 5th, 2016

Original painting 32 x 20: acrylic on yupo paper

The Wild Within/ The Wild Without

Artist Statement for Rosemary G. Conroy’s current exhibit

Currently on view at the Gallery at Wren, Bethlehem NH through May 30, 2016

So I started working on this show with the idea that it would be about lions, tigers, and bears. That’s right: “Oh My!” It seemed like a fun angle and I’ve always been a big fan of The Wizard of Oz.

But as I began to research lions, tigers and bears, I was dismayed to find out how poorly many of these species are doing in the wild. I had no idea things had gotten so dire. There are more tigers in captivity now than in the wild, for one sad example. Lion numbers are plummeting – less than 20,000. It was closer to 400,000 just 50 years ago. And polar bears – well you’ve probably heard about what’s going on in the Arctic already.

 So the light-hearted “Oh My!” quickly turned into a much more dismayed “oh, my.”

A very wise woman then told me that some people believe that every species on this planet has a purpose. Once they have fulfilled that purpose, they will leave – as in go extinct. Wow. What a concept! And while I am still pondering the full implications of that radical idea, it got me thinking: if lions, and tigers and polar bears are completing their journeys on the planet, than we should find a way to thank them from the very bottom of our hearts for being here.

So, here is my small attempt to honor them through my art. For me, it’s now more “OH MY: Aren’t we so lucky to have had these amazing creatures bless our planet with their wildness?”

I’ve inscribed my words of gratitude for each species into many of the portraits I’ve painted for this show. My intent is about showing my reverence and awe and of course, love.

Because no matter what their fate may be, (and there are many, many people working to ensure these beautiful creatures do not disappear anytime soon) I want to express my sincere appreciation for all these wild creatures have done to make our outer world a much more interesting and beautiful place.

Raven, Raven

February 1st, 2016

Force of Nature: Magic

Force of Nature: Magic

Another in a series of the stories about my paintings and the wild things that inspire them.

The raven is one of those wild creatures that inspire so many emotions! Over the eons, humans have attached so many meanings to ravens: magic, mystery, and foreboding. Is it just because they are so dark in color? Or because they are scavengers and in wilder places and more ferocious times would most likely be seen hanging around near predator kills or even more gruesomely, battlefields? In that light, it’s easy to understand their association with death, I suppose. But more modern study has uncovered a surprising depth of intelligence in all corvids, but particularly ravens.

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The Story Behind the Painting

December 30th, 2015

So my New Year’s resolution is to tell the story behind my paintings more often — since almost every one has one! The Winter Solstice seemed like an auspicious day to start, so here goes…

Embracing the Strange(r) by Rosemary G. Conroy, Acrylic on canvas, 60 x 36"

Embracing the Strange(r) by Rosemary G. Conroy Acrylic on canvas, 60 x 36″ © 2016

This painting is inspired by a real live polar bear I met way up north in Manitoba in 2013. On a windswept tundra, I spent an afternoon observing this majestic, awe-inspiring wild animal.

I still can’t believe I was lucky enough to see him and be able to drink in his beauty, power, and mystery. I’m not ashamed to tell you I cried. It was that awesome.

AND the next day I got up early and there he was again — just on the other side of the fence that protected our lodge. I sat alone with him for almost twenty minutes — it was such a moving, powerful episode in my life. Eye to eye, face to face, heart to heart with an 800-lb wild creature — holy moley. He could have left at any moment, but he stayed. For whatever reason, he stayed. I felt blessed.
I’ve always longed to be able to communicate with animals in a meaningful way. But until that happens, I paint them over and over, trying to immortalize them in my art as one way of knowing them better.

I’ve come to realize that my paintings are like prayers: sincere offerings of thanks for the inspiration and joy these wild creatures give me; my humble invocation of their beauty and power; and perhaps, most of all, an ardent plea that they continue to exist in this world.

(If you look closely, you can see my prayers for the polar bear literally inscribed on the painting.)

Putting Myself Out There

October 8th, 2015
I love doing my open studio -- it takes a lot of energy, of course!

I love doing my open studio — it takes a lot of energy, of course! But it brings me so much too.

It’s amazing that it’s already time for my NINTH annual open studio! How crazy is that?

It’s so much fun to invite people in and show them everything I’ve been doing. I love seeing folks that I don’t get to see that often and meet new ones too.

Yes, it’s a lot of work. But I think it’s totally worth it. And kind of necessary. Yes, I believe in what I’m doing — but I also need people’s feedback. Do they get it? Do they understand what I am trying to say? Being an artist means spending a lot of time alone with your work and yourself. My open studio is often a big reality-check.

Luckily — and this is probably because those who show up wouldn’t if they weren’t already predisposed to like my art — so far it’s always turned out great! I’ve realized over the years how much I feed on the energy of all the folks who come out. It is so so gratifying to hear that people do get what I am doing, that they often LOVE it, and many times — that they want to take it home! (After all, this is my business — I need to pay for all that paint…)

And since I consider every painting a part of me, of my soul, when someone says they love the work, I feel the love too. It’s a lovely thing to feel. Who doesn’t love being loved? We are after all still children at heart I think. I know I am!

I want to use my work to speak for the animals, to celebrate nature, and ultimately to bring more beauty into the world. I think these things are really, really necessary. This is my calling. So yeah, the positive reinforcement goes a long, long ways on those days when I forget, or get lost, or wonder if it’s worth doing.

So thank you so much for all the kindness and love. Just so you know — it makes a difference.

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