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three cherries and two lemons …oil paintings

Posted in art, painting, poetry with tags , , , , , , , on 2018/02/20 by greenteadoodles
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three cherries (6″ x 6″)

There is something so appealing about painting fruit! They have clear volumes, interesting textures and beautiful colours!

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two lemons (6″ x 8″)

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.

paintings (c) 2018 Hilary Farmer
poem (c) 2018 TJ Radcliffe

 

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flower power …mandala oil painting

Posted in art, mandala, painting, poetry with tags , , , , , , , , , , on 2018/02/14 by greenteadoodles
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flower power (6″ x 6″)

It was in my mind to try painting mandalas in oils and so this was back to a very meditative process. I had no idea what I was going to paint until I started at the centre – the only given was a radial symmetry. This one started fairly geometrically but then transformed into flowers? butterflies? peacock feathers? It could be many things and I like the ambiguity!

Here is Tom’s wonderfully circular poem!

…bold and bright the peacock’s eyes
turn as inward colours rise
flaring forth in red and gold
leaping out with joy as bold…

image (c) 2018 Hilary Farmer
poem (c) 2018 TJ Radcliffe

 

cedar island dreams …ink & watercolour

Posted in art, drawing, landscape, painting, poetry with tags , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , on 2018/02/09 by greenteadoodles
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cedar island dreams

A study of the local Gulf Islands landscape. The ink part was done with carbon black ink in a fountain pen with an ultra fine but flexible nib – really nice to draw with! A quick wash of watercolour brought it to life.

Tom’s evocative haiku! (I took the title of the piece from the haiku – not vice versa.)

face turned up, warm sun
eternally reflecting
cedar island dreams

image (c) 2018 Hilary Farmer
poem (c) 2018 TJ Radcliffe

thinking spring …oil painting

Posted in art, haiku, painting, poetry with tags , , , , , , , , on 2018/02/01 by greenteadoodles
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thinking Spring (6″ x 6″)

After the chill in the air from the precious painting, I was in the mood for something evoking warmer times ahead! This piece is based on a photo from a friend in Taiwan – thanks Claire! – but the flowers look a lot like local azaleas.

Here is a haiku from Tom!

drowsy azaleas
buds dreaming of pink flowers
amidst dark green leaves

image (c) 2018 Hilary Farmer
poem (c) 2018 TJ Radcliffe

frozen dawn …oil painting

Posted in art, landscape, painting, poetry with tags , , , , , , , , , , , , , on 2018/01/29 by greenteadoodles
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frozen dawn (6″ x 8″)

A memory of a winter walk over “the mountain” in Montreal …the squeak of the snow underfoot and air freezing in nostrils… This view from a path in the Parc du Mont-Royal is based on a photo taken recently by a friend – thanks Elena! I love the glow of the sun rising over the St. Laurent in the distance as well as the long shadows in the foreground. I experimented with this small (6×8) painting using thicker brushstrokes of paint to capture the shimmer of light.

Once again, Tom’s words paint the scene into poetry and celebrate the moment.

fire across the winter sky
burning down the frozen hours
rising up above the lie
of snow between the wooden towers
presaging the dance to come
where the world is lost and won
by the shadow and the light
in sweeping depths, abyssal heights
embracing moments on the tide
of light that’s pouring through the trees
stirring an unmoving breeze
along the path where truth abides
between cold past and future tense
moments turning here to hence

image (c) 2018 Hilary Farmer
poem (c) 2018 TJ Radcliffe

afterglow …oil painting

Posted in art, landscape, painting, poetry with tags , , , , , , , , , , , , on 2018/01/26 by greenteadoodles
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Afterglow (9″x12″)

I really loved how the quality of light and the grandeur of the sky came across with this one. This is a view of English Bay from around Kitsilano Beach. I took some liberties with the colours enhancing them to give the feeling of that glorious sky.

Tom’s poem paints the scene with words.

as above, so too below
waters burnished by the glow
of golden sunset falling down
wreathing islands with a crown
of cloud and light as evening falls
while some distant seagull calls
across the waters calm and deep
where the day in silence sleeps

image (c) 2018 Hilary Farmer
poem (c) 2018 TJ Radcliffe

summer memory …oil painting

Posted in art, painting, poetry with tags , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , on 2018/01/24 by greenteadoodles
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summer memory (9×12)

While “enjoying” the cold and dark and damp, something that keeps me going is the memory of long summer days …and especially those spent on the water. What a peaceful joy that can be!

I think Tom agrees!

safe within the bay’s deep arms
sheltered from the storms and harms
of weather wild and rough deep seas
crashing somewhere to the lee
against the shores of distant isles
separated by the miles
of empty ocean, scudding wastes
far from here, this sheltered place
where there’s time for pause and rest
until again the sea’s behest
beckons us to raise our sails
and ride the waves in summer gales

image (c) 2018 Hilary Farmer
poem (c) 2018 TJ Radcliffe