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His Right Wrist Linked to a Garroter
His Right Wrist Linked to a Garroter
His Right Wrist Linked to a Garroter
(American, 1882 - 1945)

His Right Wrist Linked to a Garroter

Oil on canvas
1908
approximately 28 × 34 in. (71.1 × 86.4 cm)
SUPP2000.1944
Private collection, Washington, DC
Not on view
Back and forth across it we went, twisting, straining, holding our strength, each striving to break the grip of the other's fingers on his wrist. I felt his breath upon my face, saw his cold eyes like blue fire burning me.
Back and forth across it we went, twisting, straining, holding our strength, each striving to break the grip of the other's fingers on his wrist. I felt his breath upon my face, saw his cold eyes like blue fire burning me.
N.C. Wyeth
ca. 1914
Image Not Available for But the Parrot's big grip closed quietly around his wrist and pinioned him
But the Parrot's big grip closed quietly around his wrist and pinioned him
N.C. Wyeth
1916
Suddenly the restful quiet of the morning was broken by Pablo. . . . Gray paused in the middle of a sentence and with Morgan and Jo started for the gate. Bill dropped his paper and got to his feet (right side)
Suddenly the restful quiet of the morning was broken by Pablo. . . . Gray paused in the middle of a sentence and with Morgan and Jo started for the gate. Bill dropped his paper and got to his feet (right side)
N.C. Wyeth
1925
He Even Asked If It Would Be All Right To Retain His Pipe And Tobacco
He Even Asked If It Would Be All Right To Retain His Pipe And Tobacco
N.C. Wyeth
1905
But Sir Henry never stopped. He kept right on. When he reached the top step he braced his foot on it and gave a mighty spring and caught the Greaser around the waist and swung him clean out of the saddle.
But Sir Henry never stopped. He kept right on. When he reached the top step he braced his foot on it and gave a mighty spring and caught the Greaser around the waist and swung him clean out of the saddle.
N.C. Wyeth
1912
"Don't! My wrist--it is cracking!" I hear Worts say
"Don't! My wrist--it is cracking!" I hear Worts say
N.C. Wyeth
1919
Andy Warhol, Facing His Right (Study #15)
Andy Warhol, Facing His Right (Study #15)
Jamie Wyeth
1976
Death of Orlando Orlando fixed his eyes on the hilt of his sword as on a crucifix, and appeared like a creature seraphical and transfigured, and bowing his head, he breathed out his pure soul
Death of Orlando Orlando fixed his eyes on the hilt of his sword as on a crucifix, and appeared like a creature seraphical and transfigured, and bowing his head, he breathed out his pure soul
N.C. Wyeth
1924
His queer shabby clothes, his big stooping frame, his sad black eyes, absent almost to vacancy.
His queer shabby clothes, his big stooping frame, his sad black eyes, absent almost to vacancy.
N.C. Wyeth
1910
The man with the hatful of cards picked a hand out of his reserves, put the hat on his head and raised Bill a hundred. Bill came back with a raise of two hundred, and as the other covered it he shoved a pistol into his face observing: "I'm calling the hand that is in your hat."
The man with the hatful of cards picked a hand out of his reserves, put the hat on his head and raised Bill a hundred. Bill came back with a raise of two hundred, and as the other covered it he shoved a pistol into his face observing: "I'm calling the hand that is in your hat."
N.C. Wyeth
1916
"Four different sizes o' shoes," said Peter Smith. "Right," agreed Kilmair; "four hombres and one senorita. I don't think we'll be welcomed."
"Four different sizes o' shoes," said Peter Smith. "Right," agreed Kilmair; "four hombres and one senorita. I don't think we'll be welcomed."
N.C. Wyeth
1919
Michael was running on across the steppe endeavouring to gain the covert of some trees when a detachment of Tartar cavalry appeared on the right.
Michael was running on across the steppe endeavouring to gain the covert of some trees when a detachment of Tartar cavalry appeared on the right.
N.C. Wyeth
1927