Tony Troy Art

Tony Troy Art Here lies the magical and very mystical talents of Master Artist Tony Troy. Portrait Artist, Playwriter, Storyteller and Artist. Captivated, Mr. Troy called out.

Tony Troy was born in Liverpool, England, went to boarding school in Devon, then attended London University, where he obtained a bachelor’s degree in Physics. With little ambition for the world of science, Mr. Troy bounced from one job to the next, until one day when he came across a group of street artist drawing portraits of tourists. Troy paused to exchange words with one of the artists and sha

re his dream of becoming an artist himself. Suddenly, the portraitist looked at his watch then hurried away, expressing the need to catch an evening flight to South Africa. “What about your gear?” Mr. The gear in question included two stools, a fine trestled easel, and numerous pencils and paper. “Too heavy to take on the plane, Mate,” the street artist yelled back. “Tell you what … since you dream of being an artist, it’s all yours!” So began a long and successful career in the arts. To date, Mr. Troy has been featured at art shows in London, Paris, Rome, Copenhagen, and the United States. His portraits have been hung at The Royal Society of Portrait Painters and The Pastel Society in London. Currently, he accepts commissioned work and may be contacted for more information at his website: www.TonyTroyArt.com
In addition, Mr. Troy is an accomplished musician and playwright. His first musical, The Flute Player’s Song, was successfully produced. The show was recorded and CDs are available at his website. Presently, Mr. Troy is seeking to take his musical to Broadway, and he continues to write music that inspires the body, mind, and spirit.

04/24/2026

And now for something more cheerful than a mother saying, "The eyes are too far apart leaving nothing at all.

Long ago I wrote a short piece about Smog the dog and Elly the elephant gazing a sugary donut between them. Logic becomes...?

SMOG THE DOG, WHILE IN THE HALL
SPIED A DONUT WITH CHOCOLATE AND ALL.
ELLY THE ELEPHANT SNIFFED IT TOO
WITH A TRUNK SO WIGGLY AND FLUFFY AND BLUE.

WITH CHOCOLATE ON TOP AND DOUGH BENEATH
ELLIE AND SMOG QUICKLY AGREED
THAT SOMETHING SO SWEET WAS MEANT TO EAT.
AND BOTH AGREED TO SHARE THE TREAT

THEN CAME THE PUZZLE
THEY DEEMED WAS A RIDDLE.
‘HOW DO WE SHARE THE HOLE IN THE MIDDLE?
‘OH FIDDLE,’ THEY SAID.
THEN THE DOG AND THE ELEPHANT,
SNIFFING AND SNUFFING,
PONDERED THE PROBLEM OF SHARING NOTHING.

“A HOLE IS A HOLE WHERE NOTHING IS THERE.”
SAID SMOG THE DOG, WITH A CONFIDENT AIR.

“HOW CAN WE SHARE
WHEN WE DON’T KNOW WHAT’S THERE?”
SAID ELLIE, WAVING HER TRUNK
AND WANTING TO BE FAIR.

“IT’S A HOLE,” SAID SMOG,”
WHO BEING A DOG,
SAID NOTHING MORE
AND QUIETLY WHOOFED
WHILE CROUCHED ON THE FLOOR.
.
“SO THERE!,” SAID ELLIE,
“SINCE NOTHING IS THERE
WE SHOULD SHARE.”

“HALF A HOLE EACH?” SAID FOG,
IN A QUESTIONING MANNER.
“THAT’S…ALMOST…LET ME SEE…..?
NOTHING DIVIDED IN HALF
BY HALF OF NOTHING
IS…? TWICE AS MUCH AS NOTHING.”

“TWICE AS MUCH OF NOTHING?” QUERIED ELLIE.
“THAT MEANS BY SHARING THE HOLE
WE GET TWICE AS MUCH
AS THE WHOLE OF THE HOLE.”

“PRECISELY!,” SAID SMOG THE DOG,
WAGGING HIS TAIL, FOUR FEET AWAY.

AND SO THE RIDDLE WAS SOLVED.
BY HALFING THE HOLE OF NOTHING AT ALL
THE WHOLE OF THE HOLE,
MATHEMATICALLY SPEAKING,
WAS TWICE AS MUCH AS NOTHING AT ALL,

SO, THE DOG AND THE ELEPHANT IN THE HALL,
WHILE QUIETLY SCOFFING THE DONUT AND ALL,
NEVER ONCE NOTICED THAT THE HOLE ONCE THERE
WAS DISAPPEARING INTO THE AIR.

Still in Savannah for another week or two for those seeking a portrait.
04/08/2026

Still in Savannah for another week or two for those seeking a portrait.

I will be in Savannah on Tuesday doing commissions out of Savannah Framing into December. Oil and pastel portraits. My c...
11/03/2025

I will be in Savannah on Tuesday doing commissions out of Savannah Framing into December. Oil and pastel portraits.
My contact number is 609 231 6195.

12/23/2024

Father Christmas on that very first night. (As his wife is calmly knitting before the fireplace)

"And what will you be doing this Christmas Eve, dear? What? You'll be going to round the village leaving lots of toys for the children. That's very commendable of you dear. What's that? Being as humble as you are, you don't want any one to notice you? That's very commendable of you dear. You'll be wearing what? A bright red tunic with white fur lining? No dear. I'm sure no one will notice you. In that case you'll probably need to leave all the toys behind the houses of the children. You'll be doing what? Taking them up on the roof. Is that a good place to leave toys for children dear? What? You intend entering each house down the chimney! Are you sure you're alright dear? Only , you haven't been yourself since you fell off the roof last week. You were practicing? Oh! If you say so dear. With so many toys to carry you'll probably be needing a few of the burley farmers to help you. You have help from who? A group of tiny garden gnomes! (Now unsure her husband is becoming a total loony. She continues knitting) In that case You'd better take the horse in the yard. You have what? Flying reindeer! No offense dear but it gets a bit dark up in the sky. You might think of doing something normal like taking a flashlight. What's that? One of the reindeer has a shiny nose? Yes dear! That is absolutely normal. (Continuing her knitting) What? You think the idea of delivering free toys might take off. In that case we'd better move to a large forest where there are lots of big trees to make lots of wooden toys for all the children of the world! Where dear? The North Pole! Yes dear. It makes perfect to someone intending to climb down a chimney with a sack of toys in a bright red tunic. (Santa goes to leave. His wife continues knitting) Well good luck dear! What's that? You're stuck in the doorway? It's all those Christmas puddings you've been eating every day since last Christmas. I'll tell you what. Since you're stuck in the doorway, I'll nip out the back door with the toys, grab the horse in the yard and a flashlight and deliver the toys myself. And you have a merry Christmas as well dear.

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It is said before entering the seaA river trembles with fear.She looks back at the path she has traveledFrom the peaks o...
12/18/2024

It is said before entering the sea
A river trembles with fear.
She looks back at the path she has traveled
From the peaks of the mountains,
The long winding road crossing forests and villages
And in front of her she sees an ocean
So vast that to enter there seems
Nothing more than to disappear forever.
But there is no other way.
The river cannot go back.
Nobody can go back.
To go back is impossible in existence.
The river needs to take the risk of entering the ocean.
Because only then will fear disappear.
Because that’s when the river will know
It’s not about disappearing into the ocean but becoming the ocean.

Kalill Gibran

We can not go back

12/18/2024
12/08/2024

Goodmorning! Tony will be at Reeds Farm Market today, Sunday December 8th from 9-3 for live portraits. We have greeting cards, posters and giclees too! 👍😀👏🎨

This is where I've come to as a fine artist.
11/24/2024

This is where I've come to as a fine artist.

11/24/2024
For all bored with portraits of dogs
11/24/2024

For all bored with portraits of dogs

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