Welcome to Eric Buechel Fine Art! Here, you will discover a unique blend of fine art, illustration, and photography, along with enchanting stories and poems that resonate with both children and the young at heart. Thank you for visiting!

The Ladybug and the Dragonfly: From the short story "The Journey of Dazzle the Dragonfly" The Ladybug and the Dragonfly by Eric Buechel In the hush of the Amazon, where shadows play, A ladybug wandered, bright as the day. With spots like the stars, she clung to a leaf, While the rain drummed a tune, a soft, steady grief. The dragonfly darted, a shimmer in flight, His wings like a whisper, slicing through night. He danced on the droplets, a delicate waltz, While the river belo

While a Little Kitten Named Leo Falls Fast A Sleep, He Dreams of Yet Another Adventure, And This Time It's Japan

Campbell's Tomato Soup by Eric Buechel Digiograph Print 40" x 60" Andy's Circle by Eric Buechel, Private Collection Ode to the Cans of Warhol by Eric Buechel In twilight's grasp, where shadows creep, A canvas whispers secrets deep, With colors bold, and forms so bright, The soup cans glimmer in the night. Oh, Campbell's broth, in vivid hue, Your pop art soul, both strange and true, In silkscreen dreams, you take your stand, A tribute forged by Warhol's hand. Each can a tale,

The Imagination of a Child by Eric Buechel In a land where the jellybeans grow on trees, And the clouds are made of cotton candy, if you please, A child rides a dragon with glittery scales, Sailing through oceans of chocolate chip trails. With a cape made of sheets and a crown of tin foil, They fight off the monsters that lurk in the soil. Their trusty sidekick, a stuffed teddy bear, Together, they conquer the wildest of air! The sun is a giant, smiling grapefruit, While the

"A Goddess Circled in Green," by Eric Buechel, 40" x 40" Sold A Goddess Circled in Green by Eric Buechel Once upon a twilight dreary, In a grove both dark and eerie, Sat a goddess, fair and queenly, Cloaked in verdant shades so keenly. Her eyes, like emeralds, gleamed with light, In the shadows of the night, While the whispers of the trees Sang of ancient mysteries. Goddess, I called, my voice a plea, Why dost thou linger here with me? In this realm of whispered sighs, Where

Exploring The Intriguing World of The Beetle and The Enigmatic Allure of Smoke By Eric Buechel In the twilight's shroud where shadows creep, A whispering fog begins to seep, Through gnarled branches, twisted and frail, Where secrets linger, and phantoms wail. A beetle, cloaked in obsidian sheen, Scuttles forth from a realm unseen, With eyes like lanterns, glimmering bright, It dances on the edge of night. The smoke, a serpent, coils and twines, Inhaled by dreams where madnes

The story is about an imaginative little kitten whose dreams take him to faraway places.

"Evening Splendor: A Tranquil Cityscape" Watercolor, by Eric Buechel Detail of "Evening Splendor" Evening Splendor: A Tranquil Cityscape By Eric Buechel In the hush of dusk, where shadows blend, The city sighs as day meets its end. Golden hues spill from the sky's embrace, Painting the buildings in a soft, warm grace. Streetlights flicker, a gentle glow, Whispers of twilight begin to flow. The hum of life slows to a tender beat, As the world finds solace in the evening's seat

Flower Arrangement by Eric Buechel, watercolor on paper, 20" x 20", 2025 Flower Arrangement By Eric Buechel In the quiet corners of the room, Where sunlight spills like whispered bloom, Petals dance in a delicate sway, Framing the moments of a fleeting day. Crimson whispers of love’s embrace, Golden hues of time’s gentle grace, Azure dreams in a cerulean sky, Each blossom is a story, a reason to sigh. Stems entwined in a tender hold, A symphony of silence, both brave and bo

"Twilight Passage" by Eric Buechel, watercolor on paper, 10" x 10", 2025 . In the old city where shadows blend Twilight Passage by Eric Buechel In the old city where shadows blend, The sun dips low, a golden friend. Twilight whispers in hues of gray, As the day sighs softly, fading away. A gentle rain begins to fall, Each drop a note in the evening's call. She walks with grace on cobblestone, In this quiet world, she’s not alone. The lanterns flicker, casting light, On memori