They must be raising some pretty fancy chickens locally because these were the latest eggs we bought. The colours are as shown so yes, muted tones of pink, blue, green, yellow, oh, and brown – although we’ve all seen those before! It was a challenge to go for those pastel shades. Maybe I’ll paint a bowl of white eggs sometime – a different kind of challenge.
In Tom’s poem he imagined different eggs, waiting to hatch.
An egg is perfect, smooth, as yet unborn,
bereft of all the cute complexity
of a hatchling, wobbly, still half-formed,
escaping from the shell’s convexity.
Ideas nascent, plans untried, their risks
untaken occupy our feathered nests,
waiting for the chipping of a brisk
relentless beak that will not take a rest
until the prisoner is free and clear
from out the egg and into clear bright air
where dangers lurk, and imperfection, fear,
are gathered ready, pouncing from their lair.
But in their imperfection chicks might rise
and live to soar in unforgiving skies.
image (c) 2020 Hilary Farmer
poem (c) 2020 TJ Radcliffe
Such lovely pastels colours. ❤️
Thank you! 🙂
You are the Queen of Delightful Colors, that is for sure. 12 stars out of 10!
Wow thank you!! 😀
In many of your paintings there is an undercurrent of Magic Realism even though you don’t include any visual metaphor or allegory. Your pinks are practically bewitching…
Hmmm …I like that idea even though I think I am painting things as I see them. 🙂
I have been catching up on all of your beautiful work… I love this, and all of your work as well, they are all simply spectacular! What a wonderful and poetic eye you have, for colour and rhythm!
Thank you so much! 😀