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If You Are Hired as a Crew Member on the U.S.S. Enterprise, Don’t Wear Red

Opalescent Sea by the Norwegian Artist, Steve Henderson

Look at this painting,  Opalescent Sea.

Can you spot the red-garbed security agent from Captain Kirk’s landing crew?

No?

Well, don’t worry, because the red-garbed security agent is where he always is — he’s gone, at sea, having been phasered down or microblasted or transformed into a pile of dry, dusty body chemicals. Sometimes there were two or three red-garbed security men in the landing party, and the fun for the viewer was in guessing how they would all be eliminated.

In the three years of the original Star Trek run, not many of these star-crossed, professionally trained commandos made it back onto the ship, and those that did found themselves infested with some disease or bacterium that shortened their lives anyway. One wonders how Captain Kirk replaced the many crew members that he lost — 1) where did he get them out in deep space and 2) how did any agree to the job, knowing how their many predecessors had fared?

One also feels sorry for the actors who played these doomed men: “You’ll have ten seconds, tops, and five of them are with your eyes closed. This is your big break.”

Fortunately, one thing that is not disappearing into piles of dust is the artwork of the Norwegian Artist, who paints regularly and prolifically, producing superlative landscapes, seascapes, and figurative works. Opalescent Sea is presently at Rive Gauche Galleries, Scottsdale, AZ, along with a collection of seascapes by the Norwegian Artist.

More original artwork by the Norwegian Artist is available for view and sale at Steve Henderson Fine Art Online Gallery.

If the Men on Star Trek Wore Kilts, How Short Would Those Kilts Be?

The Divide by the Norwegian Artist, Steve Henderson

In the enlightened age of Star Trek, such primitive weaponry as bombs were no doubt obsolete, which means that characters like Yeoman Rand, the blond, buxom secretarial sort who nonetheless wore the red uniform of engineering and security, could no longer be described as “bombshells.”

Wench Warps?

Phaser Babes?

Of course, we know that Yeoman Rand was appreciated for her brains, not her looks, which is why she was given the all important duty of hovering around the captain’s console until the time was right to hand him a flat, black, plastic box that required his signature. This done, she continued to hover. This job was even more important than that of the red-clad man off to Lt. Sulu’s left, who leaned over a lighted console, pushing buttons and falling backwards when the Enterprise was attacked.

For Yeoman Rand, we have chosen the Norwegian Artist’s work The Divide, principally for its large, rounded, looming, buxomy mountain in the background. As the altitude of the lake is high, we recommend that Ms. Rand slip on a pair of leggings and a sweater before she and the Captain enjoy a picnic on the rocks.

More original artwork by the Norwegian Artist is available for view and sale at Steve Henderson Fine Art Online GalleryGallery’s Holiday Miniature show, Bozeman, MT; the Maritime Museum at Mystic Seaport, Mystic, CT; and Rive Gauche Galleries, Scottsdale, AZ.

Lt. Sulu Slashes and Swashbuckles His Way Through Space

Passage, by the Norwegian Artist, Steve Henderson

It cannot be easy steering a gigantic star ship through the clutter of space at exponential speeds of light, but Lt. Sulu does this with unflappable aplomb. The only time Sulu let his guard and shirt down was a sword fighting scene on the original Star Trek series, when he and his pectoral muscles accosted crew members in the sterile hallway, samurai sword awaving away.

Most of the time, however, Lt. Sulu sits at the console, studiously ignoring the mutterings of Lt. Chekhov to his right, and pushes buttons and pulls levers. He fires at things. He looks concerned. He gives small, wise, inscrutable smiles.

Were the Enterprise run along 21st century American business standards, many of the bridge members would be downsized and pink slipped, since Mr. Sulu so efficiently and capably controls the running of the ship (what does the rotating man in the red shirt, off to Lt. Sulu’s left, actually do?).

Because he is so good at what he does, Lt. Sulu would enjoy the challenge of steering the Enterprise through Passage, and surely, through some combination of time and space dimensional warping, he would be able to do so without misplacing a hair on his slickly combed, sleekly shaped head.

 

Chekhov: “The Klingons Are Werry Vicked, Keptain!”

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.

Is the Norwegian Artist Boldly Painting Star Trek Paintings? Will He Be Doing This for Five Years?

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?”

“Um. No.”

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.

 

Star Trek’s Uhura Says: “Captain, I’m Frightened!”

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.

 

And Would Mr. Spock Spend a Day Sailing on the Sound?

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.

 

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