In dark times it becomes even more important to celebrate the momentary joy and beauty that life brings… the breeze ruffling a field of flowers, the sun sparkling on the crest of a wave, a single golden leaf spiraling to the earth.
This piece was created with many layers – painted, scraped and scratched. I hope it speaks to others too.
Tom wrote a wonderful poem that captures and enhances my painting. Thank you Tom for the poem and the painting’s title.
Wandering beyond the drying fens
beyond the sunlight-burnished summer fields
a tramp might find a doorway to a gem
of elder darkness, where the Singer wields
her voice like some forgotten hero’s blade
sweeping past the stars to split the sky
reminding men they are for living made,
rising higher, sweeter, as it dies.
The Singer tells all hearers of a time
when for a moment they may breathe in joy
eternal: empty, pure, divine…
until an end no one who lives avoids.
A wanderer might listen at the door
then step in darkness, seeking always more.
image (c) 2021 Hilary Farmer
poem (c) 2021 TJ Radcliffe
Your inability to be mediocre is exhausting….
Uh, thanks? What a hilarious compliment! 🤣
You are doing such great work it has a powerfully positive effect on your viewers… and it is indeed meant as a compliment of the highest order!
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Ok well, I don’t think I can match that last comment. The palette for this artwork is gorgeous!
Thank you so much! 🙂
It’s simply endless as a visual journey, love this Hillary! Whomever has the opportunity to own this will be able to look at it for hours and always see something new.
So glad you see that in it! Thank you!
Wow your style is incredible and so free!
Thank you! The spontaneity of the mark-making suited the subject. 🙂
The colors certainly made me feel happy…(-:
I’m glad to hear that! 🙂