Winterscape Farm by the Norwegian Artist, Steve Henderson
Ensign Chekhov did not find a permanent seat at the console until well into the five-year mission of seeking out new worlds. Although Lt. Sulu to his left kept busy advancing the ship to warp speed, firing on Klingons and Romulans, and setting course for Mark 7, 332.592, Ensign Chekhov spent most of his time looking intense, scowling down at the console (“Vhat are all these blinking lights for? Vhat vould happen if I pressed this button?”), and muttering.
He is perhaps best known for his Rrrrrrussian accent, achieved largely through exchanging his w’s with his v’s, and wice-wersa.
In the recent J.J. Abram’s Star Trek movie (surely, there’s a sequel on its way?), Chekhov’s accent, which according to our Tired-of-Being-Youngest progeny is simply a stronger version of the real thing, is almost insurmountable. Even the computer had difficulty accepting his access code — “This is Weser Weser Tree” or something of the sort — and his brilliant analysis of how to solve the problem of the red matter in the hands of the mentally disturbed Romulan approximated the diatribe of precautions rattled on in a prescription drug commercial.
All the same, Chekhov is an endearing character, an emotional polar opposite of the icy cool blue Mr. Spock. His childhood was spent, not in an English boarding school where they would have hammered away at and eventually destroyed that accent, but in Russia itself, where his family lived on a small farm, like Winterscape Farm, in the country. His hot-headed personality kept him warm in the long, cold winters, and on snowy afternoons he trudged about after the cows, muttering, “Vhere are they? Oh, how I vant to be in Star Fleet!”
Winterscape Farm is sold. More original artwork by the Norwegian Artist is available for view and sale at Steve Henderson Fine Art Online Gallery.
Mountain Lake by the Norwegian Artist, Steve Henderson
Okay. Does this look like a painting of Planet X? or Vulcan? Is Mr. Spock picnicking in the trees while some red-garbed security man wanders about, waiting to be eliminated?
No. This is clearly a Mountain Lake, a miniature by the Norwegian Artist that was one of three miniatures showcased at Planet Bronze Gallery’s 5th Annual Miniature Show.
The Norwegian Artist’s College Girl daughter asked the manager of Steve Henderson Fine Art last night, “So is Dad painting Star Trek pictures? I saw something on my Facebook page about the Norwegian Artist and Star Trek.”
After a simultaneously exasperated and patient sigh, the manager queried, “So, did you follow the link and read the story?”
You, however, Gentle Reader, have been following the saga of the loosely themed Star Trek series, and, unlike College Girl, realize that the manager of Steve Henderson Fine Art, who happens to be a stalwart Star Trek (original series) fan, is amusing herself by spinning tales of the various characters, and incorporating their stories into the magical landscapes and seascapes of the Norwegian Artist, Steve Henderson.
The manager’s only regret is that she is running out of characters. However, there are still a few to go. Keep checking. Better yet, scroll down to below the Leave a Comment box and check, “Subscribe to this Site by E-mail.” Then, on the blog roll, follow the link to Steve Henderson Fine Art Facebook and Like us. Either way or both you will be able to painlessly and seamlessly keep up with the many and sundry activities of the Norwegian Artist.
Daydreaming by the Norwegian Artist, Steve Henderson
Poor Nurse Chapel. Not only does she work closely with the irascible, crabby, cranky, difficult yet soft-underneath-it-all Dr. McCoy, she has had the misfortune to fall in love with the hyper-emotionally controlled Mr. Spock. The only thing that she has going for her is Dr. McCoy’s inability to notice his head nurse’s angst. After all, he is a doctor, not a therapist, dammit.
One wonders if all the time that Nurse Chapel spends Daydreaming affects her ability to do her job, but then one thinks, just what is Nurse Chapel’s job anyway? Dr. McCoy seems to solve all medical issues with those air shots of his, and Nurse Chapel spends her time hovering, almost mooning, but that word has changed meanings to where it verges on inappropriate. (Of course, given the length, or lack of it, of women’s uniforms on the original Star Trek series, perhaps “mooning” isn’t such an inaccurate description after all.)
It is a relief to know that, in real life, Majel Barrett, who played Nurse Chapel, was married to series creator Gene Roddenberry, who created the character expressly for his wife. This might possibly explain her frustrated romance with Spock; how different it all would have been if she had liked Captain Kirk, and he had liked her, and . . . enough said.
Daydreaming was sold at Mystic Seaport’s Maritime Art Museum.
Zephyr by the Norwegian Artist, Steve Henderson
Dr. McCoy seems like such a tense, stressed-out man, always on the verge of exploding. Perhaps if he sat down with a Mint Julep more often, feet propped on the table, his mind allowed to wander to those wonderful days with Nancy, the salt monster, he would be less likely to snap at Spock.
But then again, Spock, with his unflappable calm, no doubt brings out the worst in McCoy’s hot southern temper. This is the area, after all, that came up with Coke-batter-dipped, deep-fried peanut butter and bacon sandwiches. And sweet tea. McCoy’s battles with his emotions are nothing compared to his dietary challenges.
So the prescription for the good doctor is to forget that he is not a sailor and to spend the afternoon sailing, on a craft like Zephyr. Better yet, he should hire someone to sail Zephyr while he sits on the deck chair, in the sun, with the Mint Julep and memories of Nancy.
But of course the ultimate cure for Doctor McCoy would be if an ancestor of his, say, in the early 21st century, purchased Zephyr through Steve Henderson Fine Art Galleries and passed it on down the family tree. Then Dr. McCoy could sit in his little white room with the pulsating heart sounds, sip his Mint Julep, and reflect on how he is “a doctor, dammit, not a painter!”
Becalmed, Original Oil by Steve Henderson of Steve Henderson Fine Art
As any viewer of the original Star Trek Series knows, Lt. Uhura has the disturbing tendency, when things get dicey, to announce breathlessly, “Captain, I’m . . . Frightened!”
What on earth is the man supposed to say to that? “Lieutenant, you’re . . . a Star Fleet officer!”
Of course, in the new Star Trek movie, the new Mr. Spock would be more than willing to work with the new Uhura on this, but the new Uhura would not be able to choke this line out.
New Uhura or old, the woman could use time in a stress free, quiet situation, enabling her to pause, reflect, and calm down. To this end, Becalmed is the place, and the state, in which Uhura needs to be.
Becalmed is available at Steve Henderson Fine Art Gallery.
Al Fresco by the Norwegian Artist, Steve Henderson
If Captain’s House, were to catch Captain Kirk’s eye as a great place to live when he is not out conquering space, then Al Fresco is the craft that would call to Mr. Spock while the Vulcan is visiting his good friend.
Vulcans need time to themselves to realign their sense of logic and space, and an afternoon on Al Fresco would rejuvenate any man or Vulcan, and wouldn’t be such a bad thing for a Romulan or a Klingon to try, either. Perhaps the time on the water would calm them down, get rid of some of that latent anger.