Myrna Maybelle Shirley, standing full height in a lavender dress and a black lace shawl, a wide hat, a small black dog at her knee, and a single flower held out in one hand.
The verse on either side of her is her actual epitaph. Shed not for her a bitter tear. It is but the casket that lies here, the gem that fills it sparkles yet. Somebody meant that, about a woman the papers called the Bandit Queen.
Along the bottom edge, riders coming in from the left and a stagecoach running out to the right. The flower and the dog are in the foreground. The robbery is scenery.
Wild Women of the Wild West. Three women who were turned into an act while they were still alive, painted as the show bills that did it. Real name in brackets under the stage name, the dates they got, and their own words somewhere on the sheet.
24 × 36 in · Latex, acrylic, gouache, charcoal and coffee on paper · 2026
Myrna Maybelle Shirley, standing full height in a lavender dress and a black lace shawl, a wide hat, a small black dog at her knee, and a single flower held out in one hand.
The verse on either side of her is her actual epitaph. Shed not for her a bitter tear. It is but the casket that lies here, the gem that fills it sparkles yet. Somebody meant that, about a woman the papers called the Bandit Queen.
Along the bottom edge, riders coming in from the left and a stagecoach running out to the right. The flower and the dog are in the foreground. The robbery is scenery.
Wild Women of the Wild West. Three women who were turned into an act while they were still alive, painted as the show bills that did it. Real name in brackets under the stage name, the dates they got, and their own words somewhere on the sheet.
24 × 36 in · Latex, acrylic, gouache, charcoal and coffee on paper · 2026
