The Cat Man Named Coheleach. An uncommon journey from orpan to artist. The Rock Art of the San-Bushman. The hunting gun as art. Victorian master of the foxhound, pointer, and setter. The ultimate price of art. Master of the Dutch game piece. From Taxidermy to Fine Art.

Click on most photos for greater detail. Visually deep, loose and luminous, and small enough to be worked on his lap instead of an easel, their appeal is the opposite of trendy, blown-up, photorealistic acrylics with their unemotional, technically skilled renderings of fur and feathers and their unnaturally flat, in-your-face perspective.

He would be in New York City for only 24 hours. Nothing seemed to tempt him here. Not a Broadway show, not the promise of fine dining, not even the megaexhibits on Dadaism or Mayan art. This was artist and sportsman Tom Daly, in town from upstate New York for the opening of his 2006 show at the Gerald Peters Gallery and out again as quickly as the passing of shimmering twilight in his watercolor, Newfoundland Dusk.