An energetic explosion of colour! These rhododendrons were glowing and backlit in a photo I took last spring. The sun was even shining through the leaves so painting it seemed like a good antidote for the dull grey days of late fall. For this painting I added Cad red to my palette – it really pops.
Tom has written lots of poems for my flower paintings by now. It’s pretty amazing that he continues to see new things and have original ideas about them to work into poems!
The limbs of planets forming
around a birthing star
glowing in the morning
turning with the bar
of dust and gas and light
that keeps the stars in line:
dying, rising, slight
against a background dark
with empty deathless night.
Ranunculus are such beautiful flowers, delightfully lush! It was a joyful process to express them in paint. The title came from the idea that there was some feeling of Van Gogh’s “Starry Night” in the swirls of flowers.
Tom’s poem celebrates that visual relationship.
Constellation shining bright
within the endless field of stars
nine swirling talismans of night
like fireflies trapped in the jars
of collectors curious
seeking out mysterious
patterns in those turning forms
that bend slow time beyond the norms
of space or distance: pure duration
can’t contain this moment’s past
nor will flowers live and last
beyond the season’s termination.
In the sky the flowers glow
While only wonder dwells below.
A quick doodle to celebrate the season… so busy with everything related to said season that I haven’t been posting much here and the buffer for Albion is getting smaller. Hopefully I can catch back up over the holidays.
Wishing you the Best of the Season and a Wonderful New Year.
UPDATE: New sonnet from Tom to capture both the cold and the warmth of winter…
The winter night in glinting diamond silence
sparkles in cold light, the Solstice Moon
glows bright upon the hills with blue fluorescence
across the open spaces deeply strewn
with virgin snow: a wonderland of ice
where lovers might take pause to contemplate
the beauty of this frozen paradise
where nothing moves and everything awaits.
Their hands are joined within a single glove
the touch of skin a promise for the night
to come while silently the stars above
reflect the frozen diamonds of the night.
One single thing belies the winter the cold:
The warmth of hands that other hands enfold
Here’s a quick doodle in response to Tom’s poem about the dreaming couple… this image immediately came into my head. Dreams of floating with stars and diaphanous fish…
UPDATE: A lovely poem from Tom which explains (?) the image…
And in this sleep of reason what fish might come
swimming through the waters of the night
while she rides the dark between the stars
blowing on the stellar wind, a kite
strung by her soul down to her lover’s bed
where he dreams base matter as she flies
past shoals of souls awaiting karmic turns
toward the source, the sun, about to rise.