This piece started life as a study for a large commission and then became a painting that I liked in its own right. The feeling of this imagined landscape is of Ontario lake country in the fall. The leaves of the birches have turned gold while the occasional maple splashes red. A barred owl gazes out and the moon is full in the early evening sky.
image (C) 2021 Hilary Farmer
Another view from our lovely visit to Tofino this summer. This time I was focused on the warmth of the sky tones and the shimmer of the water. The moon was clearly visible as the sky was dimming with the setting sun.
Tom was inspired by the image to write this lovely poem.
Uncertain hours between the day
and when there falls soft summer night
emboldens me to finally say
just what I feel. The Moon so bright
embellishes both sea and land
with pastel tones that paint the strand
where soft reflections summon forth
memories both south and north
of time together, warm and cold
your shape tight held against my own
your eyes on mine, two souls, alone:
in dusk the changing light makes bold.
“I’ve loved you always, evermore;
once lost at sea, I’ve touched your shore.”
image (c) 2018 Hilary Farmer
poem (c) 2018 TJ Radcliffe
And now for something completely different – a ship in the mist… a sneak peak at an illustration from our new project which will be coming soon to a computer near you… stayed tuned, we want to start posting Midsummer’s Day!
UPDATE: New poem from Tom – some further hints for the new project…
For when the Moon is waxing strange
and currents run just so
a portal opens to the world
where elder legends go…
(c) 2011 Tom Radcliffe
image (cc) 2011 Hilary Farmer
A brief break to the ongoing “What if” poetic tale, to finally bring you the last page for the Rabbit on the Moon series!
As ever, you can see it en français on le 12 as well!
images, text variant and formatting (cc) 2009 & 2010 Hilary Farmer
French translation on le 12 courtesy of Maxime Dallaire – thanks Max!
Crouching under some trees, Chang’e gazed up through the branches at the moon which had become full that very day. She had been feeling strangely drawn to it for many weeks now. Footsteps were approaching.
image and text variant (cc) 2009 Hilary Farmer
Green Tea Doodles 