I did this portrait based on a photo from our wedding this summer. What a joyful day! This is the last oil painting I did before packing away the paints for our move. The painting itself is waiting for the last minute in order to be as dry as possible. I was pretty pleased with how this turned out – the likeness is good and there is a loose and fresh quality to the brushwork that I have been having a hard time bringing into portraits.
Tom wrote a poem about the joy of that day …and the joy that continues! ❤
Under the wide and clear blue sky
I speak the truth and do not lie:
glad was my troth and glad is this tye
and to stand beside you is my will.
This be the joy you give to me:
“Here he moves as he longed to be.
Sailing with you across sea
and hiking high on the hill.”
Well my friend Tom (who regularly posts poems on my blog) commissioned a portrait in the style of the crows in the previous post. If I haven’t posted for a while, it’s because it’s taken a while to sort out how I might do that. I have never done even a traditional portrait before so this was quite a challenge! The first try above was not as much in the style as Tom was looking for. I was pleased that it actually had a reasonable likeness but then got back to work!
This version is pretty quirky and I think it captures some of the inner Tom. He seems to like it too!
The poem below was part of the original inspiration for the portrait.
I am made of rusty steel
and old sun-hardened leather;
of gut and binder twine.
Behold the man:
an awkward compilation
of inadequate exigencies
unversed in protocol.
rule my sovereign deviations
while digital domains complete
halting victory’s defeat.
An adequate attempt at love
is all that I desire;
rough and ready, that’s enough,
a poet’s burning lyre.
images (cc) 2015 Hilary Farmer
poem (c) Tom Radcliffe
Time to think about a new painting for my class – even though I won’t have time to complete it before the end of the course next week.
This idea came to me when a friend was describing a painting she had seen. The strong image in my head turned out to be very different from the actual painting and I decided that it would be an interesting project to try to make my image into reality.
This one is called “the poet” but is meant to be an imaginary portrait of Li Bai, one of the most – if not the most – famous Chinese poet. Perhaps he is looking too studious… Anyway, it is not an exercise in historical accuracy!
UPDATE: New poem from Tom perfectly captures the mood of the scene and even a bit of the flavour of Li Bai’s poetry!!
Walnut writing desk
rice-wine close at hand
I look down… wondering.
What name evokes “immortal”
yet completes the poet’s rhyme:
“moon’s reflection cold and white”?
Here she is again… a bit different this time. I’d like to think she’s showing another side of her personality. Let me know if you have a preference! Which version do you like better… or are they just different?
UPDATE: A new poem in from Tom in the comments! He saw this portrait as showing the moment of being told of Robert Dudley’s death.
“My Queen, the Master of the Horse has fallen,
riding to the baths
in Derbyshire, he’s stumbled, fallen,
gone to God at last.
I bring his breath, his final words
for Royal ears alone:
his thoughts of you, love’s lonely words,
no sins to be atoned.
He said he loved you, always, ever,
yet knew you would not bend:
your Throne is all you need forever,
while his days quickly end.
Yet he asked to be remembered
in your Royal heart
for so long as you’re remembered
though he now must part.
What’s that, my Queen? Yes I will leave
and close the door behind,
and leave you here to softly grieve
your lover warm and kind.”
I am trying out some stylistic alternatives using a highly recognizable historical figure as a model… Queen Elizabeth the First was really quite an interesting character and she had to be pretty tough to keep her throne – and her head! This study also happens to be background work for the alternate-history-fantasy-graphic-novel that I am working on with Tom Radcliffe. It is not yet ready to spring upon the unsuspecting world – but we’re working on it!!
UPDATE: New poem in from Tom – see comments for further commentary!
Although this body is a woman’s–weak–
It has the heart and stomach of a king:
A King of England, too. So please do speak
Of all the dangers Rome and Spain will bring
Unto the watered borders of my realm
All girded round by Neptune’s ramparts tall;
A Grand Armada soon will turn its helm
To batter down our Oceanic walls
But though I’m not like Boudicca arrayed
With armoured chariot and iron shield
For God’s true strength I’ve long and chastely prayed;
While England stands her Queen will never yield.
Let come the Spaniard in his ships of war
Let England stand for now and ever-more.
Laozi as a youngish man – usually he is portrayed as very old…
Here is a short chapter (44) from the Taoteching as translated by Red Pine. (I really enjoy his version which includes historical commentaries alongside the text.)
Which is more vital
fame or health
which is more precious
health or riches
which is more harmful
loss or gain
the deeper the love
the higher the cost
the bigger the treasure
the greater the loss
who knows contentment
suffers no shame
who knows restraint
encounters no trouble
and thus lives long