The Wesleyville Collection
Step into my imaginary world of Wesleyville. The pieces are all small oil paintings done by me in an Alla Prima style, which means they’re done relatively quickly in one sitting with a wet-on-wet approach. The paintings are then glazed. Each piece has a little story that goes with the painting to help you delve into the imaginary world. The stories are written by myself and my husband, Bruce Gleason.
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The Latest Wesleyville Stories –
- Poppies Beneath the Old TreeOn Memorial Day, Toad Hollow burned bright with red poppies. Frogs paused, rabbits listened, and swallows stitched the sky. In Wesleyville, animals gathered quietly, honoring the hush beneath color. Wind moved like a prayer, and the field remembered, blooming courage, rest, and gentle magic for all who passed watchful hearts. Wesleyville Collection I’ve always loved poppies.… Read more: Poppies Beneath the Old Tree
- Gracie at DawnGracie the goose woke before the sun, feathers damp with fog. She waddled in the pool of water at Staunton Farm as the sky bloomed pink and gold. Mist curled over the grasses while the countryside slept. Gracie watched the quiet light ripple across the water, knowing morning had begun gently, just for her. Crickets hushed,… Read more: Gracie at Dawn
- The Stillness of AugustIn Wesleyville, the river curved gently around the bend, its quiet surface reflecting the soft light of an August evening. Though summer lingered, the sun was already setting earlier, hinting at the coming shift of seasons. The trees stood at the height of their green, soon to surrender to autumn’s touch. As the stillness of night settled… Read more: The Stillness of August
- Golden Pear Oil Painting
Emma prepared to transform her bounty from Menlo’s Pear Farm into a mouthwatering pie. The kitchen was filled with the warm aroma of spices and baked goodness. As the pie emerged golden and fragrant from the oven, she knew she would enjoy each and every delicious bite.
- Watchful Rooster Oil PaintingOn Staunton Farm, a rooster with fiery orange eyes stood sentinel. Each time a car pulled into the long gravel driveway, his mighty “cock-a-doodle-doo” rang out, a warning and a welcome. The rooster’s call became the farm’s heartbeat, announcing every visitor with unwavering pride and authority.
- Nick’s Hideaway Original Oil PaintingNick’s cabin of stone,in pines it hides, Autumn whispers through woods,as dusk abides. Heavy clouds loom,casting shadows deep, Where secrets of the forest quietly sleep.Leaves crisp and golden,peace and silence keep.
















