Pink roses

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Pink roses (6″ x 8″ oil on gessoed cradle board)

Our new home is mostly “natural landscaping” that is, nothing much has been done to the land. There are lots of lovely trees and some typical local under-story – like ferns, salal, and a few wildflowers. However, there is also one lovely little rose tree that came out with a few perfect, sweet, pink roses a few weeks ago. So here’s my take on their fragile beauty.

Tom’s poem is curious and beautiful perhaps not unlike a rose in this setting …and there’s something about it that makes me want to create another completely different painting!

By Any Other Name

plum flowers bloom by the river bank
her coal-black eyebrows
her lips
sparkling red gems
in summer sunlight
now
the river flows between us
rare rose petals drift by

image (c) 2019 Hilary Farmer
poem (c) 2019 TJ Radcliffe

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Tulips and spirals …oil painting

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Tulips and spirals (6″ x 6″)

I guess I’ve had spirals on my mind lately and this is how they expressed themselves this time! The tulips are the feathery double-petaled type and so look like pink and yellow roses.

Tom wrote this gorgeous poem. I guess he saw roses too!

Beneath the bending swirls of sky
the roses blouse in bending breeze
while the universe goes by
in a silent twirling frieze
of galaxies linked by the tides
of gravity while Earth abides
alone in all the cosmic splendor
and yet unwilling to surrender
to the cold equations of
the empty sky and sterile stars
that twinkle brightly from afar
knowing neither loss nor love.
Beneath the stars in careless flight
Flowers grow against the night

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

Morris rose …oil painting

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Morris rose (6″ x 6″)

Recently, I have been finding inspiration in unusual places – such as William Morris wallpaper. The patterns can be mesmerizing. I was looking at one before I painted this and while there is something of the underlying structure there, the painting quickly took over with its own voice.

For a painting that looks so light and airy, Tom found a dark side to explore in his poem.

When the guns have fallen still
no missiles scream across the sky
then will flowers cross the sill
and go in search of reasons why
through all the empty world’s expanse
where no lovers meet nor glance
in secret trysts or wedding bands
across the burned and barren lands
over oceans, through the air
around the world and back again
from pole to pole through all terrain
but finding no good reasons there.
No reasons will the future yield
While flowers blow in empty fields.

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

 

roses …two oil paintings

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rose and buds (6″ x 6″)

I find some flowers especially challenging to paint and roses are one of those! Here I tried something more experimental with colour and paint application.

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old-fashioned beauty (6″ x 6″)

Since these are single-petaled roses, they were not the same challenge as with the regular double-petaled type. I love old-fashioned single-petaled roses. They have a sweet simplicity and usually an amazing scent.

Tom’s wonderful sonnet started by channeling Shakespeare and then quickly went off all his own way!

A rose by any name at all
would still delight a poet’s nose
by putting out its scented call,
to blossom bright and be his Muse.
A simple burst of complex colour
pink and red and maybe yellow
dancing in the foliage
sans pluie et sans la neige:
spring’s eternal budding flower
thorny-sharp and softly scented
in the winter much lamented
for its deep entrancing power.
A rose by any other name
Would still set our hearts aflame.

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