VINTAGE TAOS NEW MEXICO ARTIST MALCOLM FURLOW ART PRINT COMANCHE RIDER

VINTAGE TAOS NEW MEXICO ARTIST MALCOLM FURLOW ART PRINT COMANCHE RIDER

AVAILABLE FOR PURCHASE IS A FRAMED 27” X 18” ORIGINAL VINTAGE MODERN COLOR LITHOGRAPH OPEN EDITION ART PRINT CREATED FROM A 1990S PAINTING TITLED “COMANCHE RIDER” BY TAOS, NEW MEXICO ARTIST MALCOLM FURLOW (1946-2023) THAT DISPLAYS A NATIVE AMERICAN INDIAN WARRIOR RIDING A HORSE AT FULL STRIDE AS HE DRAWS HIS BOW AND ARROW AT THE READY – ALL RENDERED IN INTENSELY BOLD FAUVIST-PALETTE COLORS INCLUDING RED, GREEN, PURPLE, BLACK, AND WHITE! Please Note: This vintage color lithograph art print still retains its original distressed-looking wood frame with glass front and archival foamcore backing. Dimensions: The color lithograph art print measures approximately twenty seven inches (27”) in height by eighteen inches (18”) in width (measurements taken from the backside). The overall dimensions of the wooden frame are approximately twenty nine and one half inches (29 1/2”) in height by twenty one inches (21”) in width. Signature: There is an in-print facsimile signature “Furlow” in the bottom right corner that is partially covered by the wood frame. This signature is printed as part of the lithograph (not hand-signed). Condition: The vintage color lithograph art print itself is in excellent and clean condition—absolutely beautiful! The distressed-looking wood frame is generally in excellent and clean condition with a few small scuffs and markings here and there but nothing adverse. Overall, still a beauty! Please scroll down to read the artist’s biography about Malcolm Furlow. Price: $100.00 (firm and cash only) To view the vintage Malcolm Furlow art print available for purchase here, please send an email to John to arrange a time that is convenient for you. Thank you. Please Note: This is a cash only, local pick-up transaction in the town of Cave Creek just north of Scottsdale. You will need your own transportation. This vintage Malcolm Furlow art print is safely stored in a private home and is easily accessible. Lastly, this item is available as long as this advertisement is up and running. There is no need to send text or email messages asking if it is still available. (the following information is courtesy the website for Qart) Overwhelmingly considered a living legend, Malcolm Furlow is a master painter who remains a significant figure in the fabric of the American Southwest. A recently filmed documentary entitled the Life and Art of Malcolm Furlow, refers to him as a Renaissance Man: the quintessential cowboy, musician, and intellectual artist. He is an award-winning painter, whose accolades include the Silver award from the Sorbonne, and the highly coveted Gold Award from the world-renown Luxembourg Museum, Paris. Having shown in galleries all over the world and winning prestigious awards in Paris once held by Pablo Picasso, Malcolm is required study in art schools across the globe. His devoted collectors travel from Europe, Sweden and Japan to add to their collections. Malcolms father was half Choctaw. His grandfather was taken as a boy to a Christian school, had his braids cut off and was beaten for speaking his traditional language. As a young boy in Louisiana, Malcolm saw Indians being hung in his own neighborhood. Under the cover of night, the family moved to Dallas, Texas where they felt it was safer. Instructed by his father to never mention his heritage, Malcolm never met his Choctaw relatives. Malcolms artwork comes from his DNA, not his experiences, often channeling powerful images of a life he never knew. (the following information is courtesy the website for Taos News) Remembering Malcolm Furlow By Michael McCormick Apr 10, 2023 Well-known Model Railroader author and long-time Taos resident, Malcolm Furlow, passed away in March 2023 from the effects of long COVID. He was 77 years old. I have and had been Malcolm Furlows primary agent, dealer, confidant and confessor for over thirty years. Through our flamboyant and decadent times, I came to learn how to read this genius between the lines and all-around Super Star in his many vague trappings; be it art, sports, music or just about anything he attempted. From his music days in Vegas, hobnobbing with celebrities right alongside his mafia buddies, to landing in Hollywood via handmade Harleys and his cousin Vinney the Thief. How the girls they picked up on the beach discovered him reading a copy of one the studio rags that had been tossed out of a car driving over a culvert by-pass which — as if a gift from God — landed in his hands opened to a two-page spread from Disney soliciting artists to draw and paint images of Mickey and Minnie and Goofy and all the other Daffys! The girls cut and trimmed his Irish Cherokee locks, shaved him, went to Kmart and bought him a new wardrobe of a dress shirt, pair of pants, a pair of socks and a unit of underwear. He cycled down to the Disney Studios and met John Olson, then Senior VP. Olsen was also a model railroad builder and enthusiast who had already reveled in the glorious fame of Furlow’s brilliant contributions to the genre of scale model railroad building, which took him to China, Switzerland and all over Europe, where he would later return having accomplished his masterful paintings of the dazzling and daring New Mexico Southwest. It was there that he accumulated numerous awards from numerous museums, including the grand prix gold medallions from the Louvre and the even more prestigious Luxembourg Museum that not even Picasso had garnered. He returned to Taos, where he rescued the working mans vision of trying to make a living at his finely honed craft, continuously astounding the art world with his numerous awards and sold-out shows. He confided in me that after many sold-out shows, he and one of his wives would drop in to an airport with only a credit card, he would turn to his gal and say, Where do you want to go? They would flip through a menu of exotic places and off they would go! We sailed the itinerant rivers and roads to Montana, California, Colorado, Texas, Arizona and more, always accompanied by his best friend Hector.” Hector was half human and the joy of his life along with his fancy highbred horse Tito. I remember more than once stopping by the side of the road to pick up fallen bales of hay that I would deliver to the ranch. We had our ups and downs over some turbulent years, but we always seemed to make amends. I married him and Jen one late afternoon in the parking lot when they were en route to Holy Cross Hospital when Malcolm was once again at the threshold of death. I sort of introduced him to Jen, who was a practicing nurse at the hospital. When she came into a room once after Malcolm collapsed at a show in the gallery and a local art enthusiast and doctor revived him and immediately called the ER to say that Malcolm Furlow would probably be there soon. Jen almost lost it and later confessed that she thought we were the Taos Mafia. All decked out in gold and fine suits, sunglasses and western wear, Furlow was in his hospital bed wearing his shades with the black cowboy hat and cowboy boots I had got him for a show in Montana. After he didnt die that time, he invited Jen out for a chocolate malt shake. They then hooked up. The stories abide as the proverbial dude said, into time immemorial. Im going to miss that scoundrel but rest in the solace that I actually met and knew a real genius.