The view from here

The view from here (16″ x 20″ oil on archival gessoboard)

The world has changed a lot in a few short weeks …weeks that have felt very, very long. I want to continue posting images that reflect joy and beauty as I see it, but there are obvious challenges given the situation.

After the lockdown started where we are, it took a week or so for me to get into a headspace where I could start painting again. What came out was not a specific view, but reflected both the landscape here and my feeling of how surreal the unchanged local beauty seems in this context as well as the feeling of connectedness within separation of this time. This painting was not an alla prima piece. I kept coming back over several days layering paint until I achieved something close to the vision I had.

Tom as usual responded to the painting with a deeply beautiful poem.

Trees at Twilight

Behind the trees a secret lies
that whispers on the evening light
that speaks of other times and skies
before the day becomes the night…
as brightness falls the air is still
behind the forest, where the will
of Nature rules the tides and time
to make of this a place sublime
where the truth that can’t be spoken
drifts across the twilight sea
dipping deep to set us free
of all our yesterdays unbroken.
These silent sentinels behold
more beauty than is known or told.

image (c) 2020 Hilary Farmer
poem (c) 2020 TJ Radcliffe


7 thoughts on “The view from here

  1. I love how perfectly you captured the evening sky reflected on the water in the background + the abstraction of the trees. I can imagine the music of Philip Glass playing in the background if they ever did a documentary about you and this painting came on the screen.

    I once had supper with Philip Glass. I was terrified with joy, and he was really nice.

    Best. Supper. Ever.

      1. It would take 50 pages to describe the insanely lucky situation I ended up in to have that supper, but at the end of the day there I was sitting in a lower Manhattan restaurant with Philip Glass. At one point he said, “Omph, I can’t finish my potatoes, here, you have them…” and scraped them onto my plate, LOL! The restaurant was an Asian fusion place and for some reason had neon trim around the ceiling and down the walls, so the potatoes glowed a bright pink. Here I am, having supper with one of the great musical icons of the 20th century (and my favorite composer) and he slides his neon potatoes onto my plate. Of course I ate them. When does one ever get the chance to eat Philip Glass’ neon potatoes?!

        I had so many experiences like this when I lived in New York… really, really, REALLY lucky. There is no actual luck though. A person just has to be real about what they can do and who they are. People like realness. There is so much fakeness, a real person being humble and grateful about their abilities opens every door worth opening.

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