An image of the contrast between the recent masses of cherry blossoms and the local crows had popped into my head a couple of weeks ago …so finally I heeded the call and painted this!
I love Tom’s poem that celebrates in words the contrast I expressed in paint!
I guard the colours of the night
amidst the panoply of day
keeping blackness shining bright:
ensuring shades don’t fade or stray.
The brightness of the flowers glows
like jewels within some treasure trove
to complement my perfect cloak
of irridescence, fine, bespoke
from that great Tailor who has made
the blossoms of the summer trees
and also too such beasts as me
whose beauty lies in deeper shades.
I am on wings of wonder borne
dark meteor ‘cross summer’s morn.
This one was experimental in terms of subject and composition. Starting from a photograph (thanks again Claire!) I manipulated the placement and angles and edited the elements down to what I thought best expressed the feeling I was trying to convey. Happy with that aspect! While the photo was showing blossoms in Taiwan, the blossoming cherry trees here in Vancouver have been a wonderful part of my introduction to living here.
And here is Tom’s sonnet for the painting. Too bad the painting doesn’t have the scent of the actual blossoms – but after reading the poem you’ll think it does! 😉
in the core of springtime dwells the flower
bud upon the long enleafened branch
waiting for the bee to grace her bower
releasing pollen’s fecund avalanche
into the cool clear dewy air of morning
to fall through quiet, wafting on the breeze
life itself on zephyrs now aborning
carrying sweet scents from flowered trees
down the city streets and neighbourhoods
across the boulevards and avenues
crying out the joy of cherrywoods
as just the thing to heal a life askew
Early morning joggers pause and breathe
the gift of springtime from the morning trees
image (c) 2017 Hilary Farmer
poem (c) 2017 Tom Radcliffe