garden veil mandala…

Posted in art, cats, drawing, flowers, mandala, poetry with tags , , , , , , , , , , , , , , on 2017/12/11 by greenteadoodles
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garden veil

Pink flowers, green leaves, a tawny cat …and a lacy white tracery.

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garden veil – detail

Here is Tom’s lovely poem.

Lacy network, leafy ruff
worn about my lady’s throat
made from all the finest stuff
like her veil and petticoat.
Through her veil the garden’s wild
panoply of flowers beguiled
as away her time she whiled
by the pool whose bottom’s tiled
with stones and fragments of her soul.
Deep she leans across the pond
reflecting on a memory fond,
before time took it’s mortal toll.
Somewhere children laugh behind
Bringing hope and joy to mind.

image (c) 2017 Hilary Farmer
poem (c) 2017 TJ Radcliffe

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crow interlude – 4…

Posted in art, drawing, poetry with tags , , , , , , , , , , on 2017/12/08 by greenteadoodles
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East Van Crow

As I mentioned there are lots of crows here in Vancouver – and I like them! This one posed for a few photos so I got some good material for sketching. As usual, Tom was able to use my drawing as a springing off point for a clever poem in a hilariously believable crow’s voice.

“Ladies, gentlemen, and all
I do most humbly agree
with your sentiments: my call
is patriotic, strong and free.
Children all across this land
should every day be made to stand
and caw like crows, not sing some bland
anthem, for my voice is grand!
So I bow, performance done
here upon this lowly post
just happy I have made the most
of fading days in autumn sun.
What’s that you say? You disagree!
Then I am off to yonder tree!”

image (c) 2017 Hilary Farmer
poem (c) 2017 TJ Radcliffe

Ying on a blanket – oil painting

Posted in art, cats, painting, poetry with tags , , , , , , on 2017/12/06 by greenteadoodles
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Ying looking cozy (6″x6″ oil on gessoed board)

Ah the challenges of painting black fur! The key is, her fur isn’t really black. There are darker cooler areas in the shadow and warmer highlighted areas in the light – just the relative value of all of it is quite dark. To keep it fun, there is brown, purple, blue, even some red and yellow all in the “black” fur …and as result she fits right in on that plaid blanket.

As you can see from Tom’s poem we understand our cats and love them anyway. ๐Ÿ˜‰

I really don’t believe you see
what matters to a cat like me
is that my every little wish
is met with acquiescence.

I am expecting you will know
just what I want. Now please do go
and bring my dinner of fine fish
for time is of the essence:

if it’s delayed I’ll miss my nap
and we cannot be having that
so serve it quickly on a dish
or face your obsolescence.

But once I’ve eaten I will sleep
and dream and give a quiet “meep”
as I chase butterflies and sheep
through fields of joy’s quintessence!

image (c) 2017 Hilary Farmer
poem (c) 2017 TJ Radcliffe

Lacy garden mandala…

Posted in art, cats, flowers, mandala, poetry with tags , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , on 2017/12/04 by greenteadoodles
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in a lacy garden

Sometimes it is hard to know where to start with these mandalas. Continuing once a beginning has been made is usually easier. This time I started with a sleeping cat in the middle thinking I wonder what will follow from that?

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detail

Apparently, lots of details, flowers and lace. Maybe it’s a kitty’s dream landscape. It’s really up to you. ๐Ÿ˜‰

Thankfully, Tom has wonderful words for this world!

As the eye returns and turns again
through lazy ambulations at the edge
drawn to filigrees and flowers when
it peers through open spaces in the hedge
that bounds the hidden maze of complex paths
where lovers drift in circles round the ponds
lingering to hear each other’s laughs
watching breezes blowing through the fronds
of grasses growing from the simple centre
stretching out to kiss the summer sun
through lacy veils that let the breezes enter
in to the place where the cat has run.
Deep within the the garden she is curled
Deep asleep without care in the world.

image (c) 2017 Hilary Farmer
poem (c) 2017 TJ Radcliffe

Last light – oil painting

Posted in art, landscape, painting, poetry with tags , , , , , , , , , , on 2017/12/01 by greenteadoodles
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Last light (6″x 6″ oil on gessoed board)

This was a day when everything felt easy. Other times you need to struggle through the process but days like this are a joy.

…and here is a wonderful poem from Tom to go with this painting.

fractured crystal of the sky
scattering the evening light
as the darkness drawing nigh
ushers in the quiet night
to cloak world in winter cold
as lonely souls each other hold
and round the fire a tale is told
of bygone heroes, brave and bold
until the teller silent falls
and voices rise in ancient song
praying winter won’t be long
as the restless crows each call
while the stars come out in pairs
between the angled branches bare

image (c) 2017 Hilary Farmer
poem (c) 2017 TJ Radcliffe

Transfixed – oil painting

Posted in art, landscape, painting, poetry with tags , , , , , , , , , , , on 2017/11/29 by greenteadoodles
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Transfixed (20″x20″ oil on canvas)

I was working on this theme in the summer and have come back to it. What can I say …I love trees! Last time I was working on individual 6″x6″ gessoed boards. This new piece was a different feeling since all the trees were integrated into one piece from the beginning and it took several sessions to complete the whole thing. Definitely not alla prima! The under-painting ranged from purple and magenta around the perimeter to pinks andย  yellows in the middle. I decided to try putting together the stretchers and canvas myself this time so I was able to select the smoothest weave of canvas the art store had. While nice, and certainly better for my purposes than regular canvas, it was still not quite as delightful to paint on as linen.

Tom’s poem for this painting is rich and deep. He found the words for what I was trying to say with my brush.

A pool of light within the sky
reflecting water’s rippled sheen:
plunging trees all reaching high
spreading branches strong and green.
Looking up into the depths
I see the open spaces swept
by wind and wave as I accept
a promise made, a promise kept.
Down here upon the forest floor
I stand transfixed beneath the vault
of heaven, ever finding fault
with my merely mortal core.
Still among the trees I stand
Between the water, sky, and land.

image (c) 2017 Hilary Farmer
poem (c) 2017 TJ Radcliffe

exotic – oil painting

Posted in art, flowers, haiku, painting, poetry with tags , , , , , , , , , , on 2017/11/27 by greenteadoodles
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orchids

Although I have been posting ink and water colour pieces for more than a month, I have been oil painting as well. Here is an experiment from earlier this month – my first try painting on linen! It came with a clear gesso finish but using my technique which involves a transparent under-painting, I thought it would be better to have a regular white gesso base. So I applied and sanded three coats before starting to paint. It had a nice texture and a level of slickness that I really liked working on. Linen is a good bit more expensive than canvas, but it might just be worth it!

A few years ago, I tried a painting of orchids and wasn’t really satisfied with how it turned out. They are challenging! So although I had photos of some outrageously exotic orchids I took at a show a couple of years ago, I hadn’t dared paint any until recently. This type of orchid doesn’t look at all like a typical florists’ orchid but more like an extravagant “lady slipper”. I played around with the background since the flowers were against a concrete wall in the photo and I wanted some strong colour while still keeping the flowers as the star of the piece. Can’t you just imagine them deep in a jungle with the smell of humid earth all around?

Tom was inspired to write this haiku!

passing flowers drape
beauty on grey forest air
transient delight

image (c) 2017 Hilary Farmer
poem (c) 2017 TJ Radcliffe