Thomas Stevens Arts

I Wish - Hipsterratic

Three years ago I presented Ryan and Brooke with the I Wish mug painting as a wedding gift, and they proudly hung it in their shop, Hillsborough Cup-a-Joe.

Okay, they hung it in the restroom, but nevertheless… has still garnered lots of attention, including numerous offers to buy it.

The painting is not-for-sale, but it has inspired creating a special limited edition hipsterratic print….ta daa!


I Wish
Thomas Stevens ©2012
digital print, limited edition of 36
8.25” x 11.8”
$25 unframed

Hipsterratic images are created using a combination of Hipstamatic for iPhone, Aperture, and/or ArtStudio for iPad, then printed on handmade Garza paper with HP inks. Each numbered and hand signed print has unique markings by the artist.
I Wish is inspired by a poem of the same title by Hillsborough’s Poet Laureate Emeritus, Mike Troy.

Available for purchase at Cup-a-Joe or use button below,
to buy with Paypal or credit card.
Free shipping for US locations. NC sales tax applies.

press - Mayor as Artist

Thanks to Debbie Meyer and the Chapel Hill News for the awesome write-up about Backyard Play….

read the whole article > here


Play It Again, Pearl

“The world will always welcome lovers, as time goes by…”

These Pearl original oil paintings can be seen at Peccadillo in Carrboro….I just love the place!


they are available for sale - email me below

Fresh Roots Fling

If music be the food of love,
play on; give me excess of it

~ Wm. Shakespeare, Twelfth Night


I am pleased to announce the debut of my Hipsterratic Art starts this week at the Depot at Hillsborough Station.

And yes, there is a theme…..

The titles of the prints, in the right combination of course, replicate the Shakespeare quote above…

there's more…

Backyard Play at C-a-J

Backyard Play - October 2012 exhibition at a fav spot, Cup-A-Joe in Hillsborough….

Eight new paintings. An exploration of place. A puzzle to solve.

Find out all about it, view the paintings, find out all about the puzzle theme
by clicking here > Backyard Play …. Have Fun!

Read the over-the-top N&O story
about the show and artist here > Portrait of Mayor as Artist

Below: collage of the eight Backyard Play paintings


Gregory at the Bayou

Gregory at the Bayou Oil on canvas, 8” x 10”

The original oil painting is on view at the Wooden Nickel Pub in Hillsborough.

Limited edition prints are available via mail and at the Depot in Hillsborough.

there's more…

Marvelous Error

Sweet Honey From My Old Failures

mug MarvelousErrorSM
Marvelous Error Acrylic and graphite on canvas, 8” x 10”

Awesome poetry lines from Machado…

there's more…

The George Baily Question

mug GeorgeBailyQSM
GBC Acrylic and graphite on canvas, 8” x 10”

Another Big Question... perhaps the quintessential Big Question.

What would the world miss if you didn’t exist?

Pottery Study


A recent still life study of a glazed pottery vase...

oil on canvas, 12 x 16

O Frabjous Day

O Frabjous Day
Oil, Acrylic, and graphite on canvas, 8” x 10”

Ask me to declaim a poem, and Lewis Carroll’s Jabberwocky is bound to emerge.

I’m delighted that good friends, who also have an appreciation for fun and nonsense, have acquired this painting.

Humpty Dumpty explains the meaning of the words in Through the Looking Glass...or you can look it up in wikipedia.

’Twas brillig, and the slithy toves
Did gyre and gimble in the wabe;
All mimsy were the borogoves,
And the mome raths outgrabe.

“Beware the Jabberwock, my son!
The jaws that bite, the claws that catch!
Beware the Jubjub bird, and shun
The frumious Bandersnatch!”

He took his vorpal sword in hand:
Long time the manxome foe he sought—
So rested he by the Tumtum tree,
And stood awhile in thought.

And as in uffish thought he stood,
The Jabberwock, with eyes of flame,
Came whiffling through the tulgey wood,
And burbled as it came!

One, two! One, two! and through and through
The vorpal blade went snicker-snack!
He left it dead, and with its head
He went galumphing back.

“And hast thou slain the Jabberwock?
Come to my arms, my beamish boy!
O frabjous day! Callooh! Callay!”
He chortled in his joy.

’Twas brillig, and the slithy toves
Did gyre and gimble in the wabe;
All mimsy were the borogoves,
And the mome raths outgrabe.