Whose Move: A Dragon's Tale. This item is unavailable.Whose Move: A Dragon's Tale

Artist William W. Steidel has brought some of his fantasy paintings to life, with the telling of the story behind them in "Whose Move - A Dragon's Tale," his beautifully illustrated, seventy-four page, children's fantasy fiction chapter book.

Each fall after harvest, the dragon would storm into the village of Falorn. The people would hide in fear as the beast ransacked the town, eating anything and everything in sight—corn, wheat, flower boxes, and wagon wheels—and breathed fire and smoke as it thundered through the streets.The poor people were always left with nothing but scraps to live on, and more damage to repair. This continued year after year after year, until one day, a young, homeless orphan boy named Timothy confronted the dragon, and everything changed.

In the window of a small, rustic gallery on the corner of First and Hemlock Street in the village of Cannon Beach, Oregon, the artist, William Steidel can often be found. He sits behind a simple but ingenious swing-out easel, surrounded by a hodgepodge of artistic tools and paraphernalia. Here Bill produces his particular brand of magic. He creates works of art, spins yarns, makes music, watches the passing parade of people, and delights in the view of the lush green mountains that lie in the distance. The passions of artistic philosophy emerged very early in Bill’s life on a small farm in Newburgh, New York. His work has progressed through the years from his time spent as a student at Columbia University, Pratt Institute, Northern Arizona University, and the University of Oregon, to his ensuing life experiences. Bill’s journey inspired him to open his first independent gallery and studio in Cannon Beach in the 1950s. Inside the present-day gallery is a touch of whimsy and wonder, and if you are fortunate, you are apt to find a bit of yourself present on the gallery’s walls. "Art, I find, is an emotional food. It gives us nourishment. We feed on its many forms, and if at times it jars too roughly, tickles too uncomfortably, or soothes too frequently, it would, if not available, be sorely missed. If we were unfortunate enough to lose it, we would once more create it so we could debate why it is so very necessary."