Dennis R. Hill is offering an exceptional opportunity for collectors who are looking for unique and rare paintings. He is the originator of both Philosophical Surrealism and Hillusionism, but his large portfolio includes paintings of many styles.
Hill is a 72-year-old retired scientist and active artist who has been painting for over 36-years. In this time, he chose not to sell any of his original works, but now he is offering a few selected paintings for purchase. (Listed below.)
The pieces Hill has chosen for sale are all original oil paintings on canvas.
Nothing compares to an original oil painting. The thrill of the colors, textures, and knowledge that the piece was directly created by the artist’s hand and mind is unmatchable. Prints might be made of the paintings, but there will only be one true original in the world.
Yet another original and substantial part of Hill’s art, is that he pairs the paintings with supporting literature in the nature of poems or philosophical comments printed in large font and meant to accompany the paintings. Some of the literature is whimsical, but much of it is profoundly philosophical and integral with the paintings making his painting/literature combinations substantial artistic expressions.
Because Hill was engaged in a career of microbiology throughout his life, he was free to paint innovative styles and esoteric themes without worrying about how they might conform to a business office. The result is a collection of paintings that would be appropriate for museums that display innovative creations, yet collectors who want to own part of a unique portfolio of art being newly released will find the pieces present opportunities for engrossing study and discussion.
Hill grew up on a small Iowa farm near Mason City. He has been an introspective individual studying nature and humanity, and formulating serious philosophical perspectives along the way. You will find this expressed in much of his paintings and literature.
Hill is a 72-year-old retired scientist and active artist who has been painting for over 36-years. In this time, he chose not to sell any of his original works, but now he is offering a few selected paintings for purchase. (Listed below.)
The pieces Hill has chosen for sale are all original oil paintings on canvas.
Nothing compares to an original oil painting. The thrill of the colors, textures, and knowledge that the piece was directly created by the artist’s hand and mind is unmatchable. Prints might be made of the paintings, but there will only be one true original in the world.
Yet another original and substantial part of Hill’s art, is that he pairs the paintings with supporting literature in the nature of poems or philosophical comments printed in large font and meant to accompany the paintings. Some of the literature is whimsical, but much of it is profoundly philosophical and integral with the paintings making his painting/literature combinations substantial artistic expressions.
Because Hill was engaged in a career of microbiology throughout his life, he was free to paint innovative styles and esoteric themes without worrying about how they might conform to a business office. The result is a collection of paintings that would be appropriate for museums that display innovative creations, yet collectors who want to own part of a unique portfolio of art being newly released will find the pieces present opportunities for engrossing study and discussion.
Hill grew up on a small Iowa farm near Mason City. He has been an introspective individual studying nature and humanity, and formulating serious philosophical perspectives along the way. You will find this expressed in much of his paintings and literature.
The paintings below are selected Philosophical Surrealistic pieces available for purchase. If there are other pieces on this website of which you are interested in buying, please communicate your interest: [email protected]
(Frames may vary from the photos. They will be made to the buyer's specifications.)
(Frames may vary from the photos. They will be made to the buyer's specifications.)
$32,000
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Philosophy is often presented as a stoic, formulaic study of human thought, ethics, and our place in The Universe. This Phantasmagoria painting and poem coupling is a surrealistic depiction of the true emotional philosophical processes that occur in the depths of the human mind. We might try to adhere to logical courses of thought and action, but our emotions and desires often cause us to surge this way and that as we struggle to embrace our humanity and the short lives we experience.
Phantasmagoria – 16 x 20 oil on canvas Drift peacefully amidst deep ethereal thoughts of tangled wonder. Float as twilight specters breathing whispers in the shadows. Scream when burned by flames of desperate weeping chaos. Embrace tenderly romantic cues in purple passion meadows. Quiet breaths when grasped by icy fear and seething sweating fever. Fight valiantly mediocracy with unchained raging anger. Love madly with the power to storm thunderously into calmness. Smile kindly upon the small and meek, especially when a stranger. Mourn silently true love’s loss, while scrutinizing storm clouds for auspicious skies. Growl with indefatigable anguish until righteousness profusely blossoms for all eyes. Sing melodiously with ecstatic love when touched by sensual fascination. Breathe deeply aromatic air from eternal worlds of intense imagination. Fly deftly with the rebellious raven when energetic, young, and bold. Dream joyously with the cooing dove once life’s triumphs are manifold. |
$83,000
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Stallion Galleon and the Sea Mistress Mystery
– 30 x 40 oil on canvas A blazing galleon ship of war comes crashing to shore with its horsehead sails screaming in terror. The ship’s wheel lays half buried in the beach sand indicating the ship is out of control. A sky octopus shoots its ink in surprise while lightning strikes a futuristic city tower. The sky weeps new life as a man climbs towards his afterlife. An innocent child feeds the earth to a tiger-headed sea turtle as a hellish rent slices across the sand. An egg of change erupts from the sand, casting aside a glass of wine and merriment. All of this takes place as the Sea Mistress placidly lies at water’s edge and languidly draws the infinity symbol in the sand. What secret gifts her with calm? Why is the hub of the ship’s wheel tricolored? Such a symbol is used by Buddhism practitioners to represent The Eight Noble Paths. Perhaps The Sea Mistress finds guidance and solace in such wisdom. The Noble Eightfold Path Right View – Know the truth Right Intention – Free your mind of evil Right Speech – Say nothing that hurts others Right Action – Work for the good of others Right Livelihood – Respect life Right Effort – Resist evil Right Concentration – Practice meditation Right Mindfulness – Control your thoughts |
$62,000
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The Forgotten– 30 x 40 oil on canvas
A ceaseless stream flows through an eternal world carrying those forgotten, those unseen. Souls float through water chilled by the night ferrying hopes long repressed, deceptively serene. Turmoil’s revealed in their anguished faces of gray. Pain paints shadows within dark eyes that have died. Loneliness hauntingly clouds evening air like a ghost. Drawn faces stare forever wet by tears never dried. Flow, Forgotten, to another land. No one will raise you from your icy stream. Sail away, Forgotten, through your private storm. Bejeweled ears can’t hear your ageless scream. |
SOLD!
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Desolation Road (White Crow) – 24 x 18 oil on canvas
Lamentations fill the air with pain, be silent please White Crow. Don’t call for me to come with you, I’m far more frightened than you know. Infernos burn the world tonight, disaster borne from an evil spark. Your scornful call mutilates the air and assaults the calm of dark. My solitude within the night is the small comfort that I seek, so, I’ll wait until the dawn appears, I’m presently too weak. White Crow, please end your furious calls and spare me the pain you’ve sowed. You’ll not get me to follow you down Desolation Road. The sky’s ablaze, there are distant screams, and thick smoke the wind has blown. This calamity is too much for me, so let me hide alone. White Crow of old you make me gasp and shudder as you scold. Yes, tonight I’ll not be traveling down Desolation Road. |
$43,000
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Storm of the Stallion Specter – 18 x 24 oil on canvas
In the midst of mental turmoil--- a time of questions poorly answered, when deception borne of envy plagued the peaceful like a cancer, came a storm that tore asunder all fools who looked to wrong for freedom. In the end they were not blameless, because they loved who would mislead them. They cried aloud about mistreatment and ran for shelters long demolished. They fell to knees with shocked amazement that truths they sought had been abolished. Came the equine, flashed by lightning, with thoughts for final subjugation. It pranced hooves high, with its long mane tossing and whinnied loud from the great sensation. Screaming psychotic thoughts of conquest, it blew over land and across the ocean. It stamped its hooves and chomped its teeth, and trampled those who lacked devotion. The people found they had no protector, when struck by the Storm of the Stallion Specter. |
Life Lost and Dreams Forgotten $140,000
Sexagenarian Man sits without artifice to judge the essence of his past life in a series of visual metaphors. The foundation of his musings is a beautiful park of trees and water accompanied by an eroded desert landscape.
Forget-me-not flowers grow nearby expressing his hope that his legacy will survive. Bees suggest that some events remembered might have a sting.
He is reminded of his intellectual achievements by The Tree of Knowledge growing in the park, and by how much he has forgotten. The Magnifying Glass of Curiosity is at the heart of the tree. The lens is fractured, signifying its diminishing function as Sexagenarian Man ages. He still longs to understand The Universe, but receiving answers to his questions no longer seems critical.
Two fighting stallions in the park represent his youthful competitive sparing with his peers, and the possible harm that might have come from it.
A bull charging a startled Grim Reaper is reminiscent of Sexagenarian Man’s defiance of death through careless activities of youthful bravado. In addition, a man sportingly surfs down a lava flow. He remembers peers who lost their battle with death and consequently lost the greater part of their lives.
A volcano portrays his past fiery ambition and creative drive. It generates new worlds that precariously float towards a threatening thunderhead coming from behind the desert hills. The storm represents social obstacles that hindered his welfare and success such as prejudice, defamation, deceit, and perverse changes in the mores of society. Waiting to strike, The Snake of Evil depicts sociopolitical discord and violence.
A rock climber scaling the thorn bush-covered hills represents personal traits that occasionally hampered his progress, such as illness, defeatism, regret, and apathy. He overcame these weaknesses, but fears they might resurface with time.
A stream flows from a cave at the base of the desert hills to nourish a rebirth of the park. In the stream stands a quiescent pregnant woman who represents Sexagenarian Man’s paternal procreative yearnings. Has his instinctive drive been fulfilled?
Farther downstream a nude woman poses seductively while she gives a challenging stare. She represents his mating endeavors. Thistles that bloom at her feet signify the difficulties that romantic relationships create.
Beside a small waterfall, The Sands of Time fall in an hourglass pattern. The resultant mound of expired time pushes aside The Egg of New Beginnings. Perched on a stem of foxglove in the foreground, a frantic raven caws a warning.
The stone outcropping over which the park water flows has a face and hand pointing scrutinizingly at Sexagenarian Man. He is fully responsible for much of what he sees. Do his memories reflect a life fulfilled – one where he enjoyed all that was achievable?
Excalibur, King Arthur’s sword of valor, hovers over a spherical stone from which the sword was drawn. For him, the sword represents ethical fervor and idealism. The stone represents honesty and justice. Were these personal principles realized?
Sexagenarian Man’s life has changed over time and the activities and dreams of his youth have been lost or forgotten. He realizes he is a different man and must accept a past of accomplishment and mishap as it unfolded. For him to return for continuation or reparation is not possible. Do his memories leave him with an overall feeling of peaceful satisfaction? What more might he do in the future? How will he be remembered?
Sexagenarian Man sits without artifice to judge the essence of his past life in a series of visual metaphors. The foundation of his musings is a beautiful park of trees and water accompanied by an eroded desert landscape.
Forget-me-not flowers grow nearby expressing his hope that his legacy will survive. Bees suggest that some events remembered might have a sting.
He is reminded of his intellectual achievements by The Tree of Knowledge growing in the park, and by how much he has forgotten. The Magnifying Glass of Curiosity is at the heart of the tree. The lens is fractured, signifying its diminishing function as Sexagenarian Man ages. He still longs to understand The Universe, but receiving answers to his questions no longer seems critical.
Two fighting stallions in the park represent his youthful competitive sparing with his peers, and the possible harm that might have come from it.
A bull charging a startled Grim Reaper is reminiscent of Sexagenarian Man’s defiance of death through careless activities of youthful bravado. In addition, a man sportingly surfs down a lava flow. He remembers peers who lost their battle with death and consequently lost the greater part of their lives.
A volcano portrays his past fiery ambition and creative drive. It generates new worlds that precariously float towards a threatening thunderhead coming from behind the desert hills. The storm represents social obstacles that hindered his welfare and success such as prejudice, defamation, deceit, and perverse changes in the mores of society. Waiting to strike, The Snake of Evil depicts sociopolitical discord and violence.
A rock climber scaling the thorn bush-covered hills represents personal traits that occasionally hampered his progress, such as illness, defeatism, regret, and apathy. He overcame these weaknesses, but fears they might resurface with time.
A stream flows from a cave at the base of the desert hills to nourish a rebirth of the park. In the stream stands a quiescent pregnant woman who represents Sexagenarian Man’s paternal procreative yearnings. Has his instinctive drive been fulfilled?
Farther downstream a nude woman poses seductively while she gives a challenging stare. She represents his mating endeavors. Thistles that bloom at her feet signify the difficulties that romantic relationships create.
Beside a small waterfall, The Sands of Time fall in an hourglass pattern. The resultant mound of expired time pushes aside The Egg of New Beginnings. Perched on a stem of foxglove in the foreground, a frantic raven caws a warning.
The stone outcropping over which the park water flows has a face and hand pointing scrutinizingly at Sexagenarian Man. He is fully responsible for much of what he sees. Do his memories reflect a life fulfilled – one where he enjoyed all that was achievable?
Excalibur, King Arthur’s sword of valor, hovers over a spherical stone from which the sword was drawn. For him, the sword represents ethical fervor and idealism. The stone represents honesty and justice. Were these personal principles realized?
Sexagenarian Man’s life has changed over time and the activities and dreams of his youth have been lost or forgotten. He realizes he is a different man and must accept a past of accomplishment and mishap as it unfolded. For him to return for continuation or reparation is not possible. Do his memories leave him with an overall feeling of peaceful satisfaction? What more might he do in the future? How will he be remembered?