Here’s a painting I did back in the spring but missed posting. I was in a local shop, caught a glimpse of some of these wonderful lemons and had to take at least one home. The colour as you can see, is much oranger than regular lemons and I really enjoyed how the slices glowed in the sunlight. They are also just sweet enough to eat as is …OK pretty tangy! I also had some fun with the wave pattern Japanese plate I put the lemon pieces on.
I wanted to explore patterns in a way inspired by William Morris. Lemons with their shapely yellow fruit, graceful leaves and pretty blossoms were a perfect subject to play with. It was a pleasure to spend an afternoon creating this piece.
Tom’s poem puts the piece into a larger context.
Deep falls the sky behind the lemon trees
that grow beneath a blue which England knows
only through the hint of summer breeze
and ships that carry treasure in their holds:
fine fruits from distant lands where tropic suns
beat upon the backs of all who toil
in field and orchard, where the Empire runs
amok amidst the beauty and the spoil.
In fecund seasons endless bounty waits
for those who do not scruple at the cost
of houses overseeing fine estates
where none wander and yet all are lost.
Yet too this England grows a different kind
who will tend her gardens in our time.
There is something so appealing about painting fruit! They have clear volumes, interesting textures and beautiful colours!
I am currently taking an online painting course …well it’s more than just a painting course. There’s so much to keep one inspired and creating I can’t recommend the courses enough! The two above paintings were created from photos that were included in the course materials. It’s time for me to do more of my own still life setups …just waiting for some nice sunshine for the lighting. In the meantime, these were so much fun to paint! Thank you Timeless Tuscany!
Here is Tom’s humorous poetic take on the idea of still life painting!
Lemons, cherries, on a cloth
resting for the artist’s eye
where by picnickers they’re tossed
to catch a painter on the sly
and lure them into to contemplation
of how to make the saturation
of the colours right and true:
of red that’s red and blue that’s blue.
Still they lie and still they are
placed in textured composition
vying for the best position
looking good from near and far.
Beauty’s mystery revealed
by all that’s opened, all that’s sealed.