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.
A bright and tropical feeling piece I painted when it was really too hot to be in the studio! I guess that’s why it turned out like this 😀
Tom saw things and then wrote this magical poem!
Beneath this cloak of many colours
beats a heart of fire and flight
rising up it flits and flutters
through the forest of the night
spreading wings of beauty wild
to soar above the dull and mild
turning past the falcon’s gyre
riding winds of pure desire
across the sunlit lands below
where lakes and streams trace out the ways
of humans passing mundane days
from dawn until the gloaming’s glow.
On flies the phoenix through the air
Above a world all unaware.
The common name of this flower is “spiderwort” but it is much prettier than its name! Apparently, it was native to North America but taken all over the world as an ornamental plant. My title comes from Tom’s lovely poem which celebrates another aspect of this flower!
Behind the darkness lies the light
lurking in the summer sky
as a mouse moves through the night
cool and dark beneath the lie
of leaves that shelter Earth’s rich loam
where small creatures make their homes
hiding from the solar glare
‘neath the flowers unaware
of all the beauty that we see
in petals bright and pistils bare
they know a different beauty there
of secret spaces, safe and free.
Do not forget the life that hides
Beneath this garden’s underside.