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“Oh, Mr. Spock, Is Your Shoulder Hurting? Do You Need a Back Rub?”

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.

Dr. McCoy: “Dammit Spock! I’m a Doctor, Not a Physician, I mean, a Sailor!”

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!”


“Beam Me Up, Scotty. Scotty? Scotty! Where Are You, Dammit?!”

Ebb Tide by Steve Henderson of Steve Henderson Fine Art

Scotty is on the Oregon Coast, entranced by an incredible tide pool, Ebb Tide.

Of course, this same scene could be on Planet X-18, Mark VII, Quadrant IV, or some other unexplored universal body mass. The question is, why would Commander Scott have gone down there in the first place, leaving behind his beloved dilithium crystals?

Obviously, the dilithium crystals are, as they always are, having some sort of problem. Perhaps they are burning out, or losing energy — whatever it is, they simply “canna take it anymore,” and Scotty transported himself, surreptitiously, to the planet surface below and to this incredible tide pool where all sorts of sea anemones and starfish and hermit crabs bustle and teem.  Surely, he thinks, there must be some crystals here, tucked away amongst the kelp gardens.

Scotty saw Ebb Tide, was mesmerized by it, knew he had to be in that place. What he really wants is the painting, but Ebb Tide is available here and now in the 21st century at Steve Henderson Fine Art Galleries, and Scotty is bound by space and time. If you are an ancestor of Scotty, it’s time to think seriously about purchasing Ebb Tide so that it can begin passing down your future family line, eventually hanging on the wall in the transporter room.

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