Garden goddess

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Garden goddess (20″ x 20″ acrylic on canvas)

This painting was built up in many layers working daily over about two weeks. It looks nothing like its early iterations transforming quite radically from what I thought I was painting at first. The title comes from the subtle figure in the middle of the painting which I didn’t even see until I had decided the painting was finished. I have never painted anything like this before – it was fascinating to see it emerge.

Tom wrote a poem for this piece that transcends and enriches the painting. Thank you.

I am the whisper that you do not hear
I am a ripple through the summer leaves
Too close to see because I’m standing near
Too far to touch my simple floral sleeve
Now come with me upon a journey outward
Now come with me to where you’ve never been
Soft breezes quiver as you look to windward
Soft breezes waft a scent that is not seen
I’m all around you walking on the surface
I’m all there is and all there’ll ever be
There is no way to show you my true purpose
There is no way for you to not be free
I am the voice of thunder and of flame
I am the sacred utterance of my name

Tom says references for this poem include: a gnostic poem called “Thunder, Perfect Mind”, “The Waste Land” (what the thunder said, o you who look to windward…), and Dickens’ “A Christmas Carol”, image of touching the sleeve of a ghost to go on a journey.

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

meadow lattice mandala…

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meadow lattice mandala

This piece started as an idea about butterflies and evolved into something else where the monarch butterfly is just clinging on to the periphery. The shifts in the scale of the lattice help create different possibilities of interpretation. There are subtle asymmetries in the pattern that I decided to embrace as the mandala developed.

Tom has written a sonnet for this mandala that somehow matches it and brings out nuances that I was not consciously aware of! He says, “Lots of abstract evocative stuff in this, like the image itself. I see shield-like elements to it, as well as a welcoming landscape, and more besides.”

Round the turning wheel’s asymmetry
curling curves protect the leaves of grass
Darkling centre from a bygone century
carved in ancient wood and pinned with brass
Missing moments, arms outstretched to bridge
improvised extensions far from home
Fingers reaching, touching, just a smidge
of butterfly is needed to be known
Starlight staggers, stuttering delights
dappling dark desires with softer shadows
Earthlight filters down through lattice lights
touching summer fields no longer fallow
Between the petals mysteries await
Ungentle Love disturbs the course of Fate

image (c) 2017 Hilary Farmer
poem (c) 2017 Tom Radcliffe