Garden with blue flowers
Bouquet still life
August bouquet
August is the time when summer turns toward warmer colors,preparing for autumn to come. There is still all that colorfulness in the air. Garden is as a big bouquet on its own. But all the colors are, little by little, loosing the sharpness of early summer, when all the promises were still in the air. Second half of the summer bears with it that certainty of coming September, ripe apples, end of summer holidays and fall colors of the trees… I loved painting that simple perception of the tranquility and transience of an August late afternoon, of the colorful flowers from the garden, off all the yellows of the summer days caught in a glimpse of a bouquet I made for the vintage glass vase. I wanted to get that feeling of trembling summer light, warm as summer can be, catching the viewer in the vertigo of August colors, just to make him remember it was a hot summer day……
Butterfly
Butterfly Tamara Jare photography
I should like to present myself to the young painters of the year 2000 with the wings of a butterfly.
Pierre Bonnard
Garden painting series, work in progress
Garden painting series, work in progress, is on my drawing desk right now, as Garden has been my inspiration since I remember. All the colors, smell of the flowers, contact with soil, way to immerse in nature, to escape daily life in a way, just to be part of it in its most profound way. My new painting series works on capturing all those elementary senzations from the garden. When all the colors and hues overtake over senses, when there are only fragrance from the flower bed and birds singing left. When the smell of the soil fills the air and sun colors all the greens even greener. When garden beds fill the horizon and everything seems possible. When the perception of the entire garden shrinks in its most fundamental elements, when colors, lines and textures left play with the time of memories from the future….
Garden colors Tamara Jare photography
Bouquet no. XVI
Bouquet no. XVI , some reflections
I still work hard on capturing the subtle moment of a gaze. A moment when I feel trembling of the summer light among the petals of a flower. When a small reflection on the porcelain vase reminds me there have been summers like this. When I know there will be colors like today, this tiny little flower will be reborn next July again,and the sky will be as blue as today. But newer again there won’t be that feeling I have today, never again there won’t be that mingling of the late afternoon summer light like it is today at that hour of the late July afternoon……. Analyzing the croquis of all those feelings, using all the colors, brushstrokes I could to catch them, I decided to title this work in a numerical way, building an archive of captured moments ordered in a sort of a scientific way, Bouquet no. XVI ,just to save them in an unpredictable, visual way…
Tamara Jare painting in G&G magazine
Tamara Jare painting Mock orange has been featured on the Inspiration from Instagram page of the G&G magazine,summer 2018 edition. Mock orange is Tamara Jare original contemporary still life oil painting in small format.
The magazine G&G specializes in Italian design, art, interior design inspirations, travel and luxury home lifestyle worldwide. As written on their About page : “Among the most passionate readers you could find Interior Design Agencies, Showroom Studio, Architects and Luxury Design Studios. Each edition provides readers with stunning photography and great content six times a year.Launched in February 2017, G&G _ Magazine quickly caught the attention of international audience with home inspiration and ideas for different and stylish interiors. “
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P.s. : here you can find more Tamra Jare still life paintings: https://tamarajare.com/still-life-2/
Venice memories
Venice memories, Museum Peggy Guggenheim, Venice, summer 1990
This is old photography of my son Luka and me, taken by my husband on a hot day of the 1990 summer, as our family staying in Venice for a short vacation, visited Museum Peggy Guggenheim.
Those were times with classic photo cameras and this photography is among the last photos we still keep in real photo albums, those with nice covers and full of nostalgic memories, sometimes with an old entry ticket from a museum neatly arranged between photos. There is a special reason that pic is very close to my heart, after so many years still bringing many memories back.
So here it is, a short story about this pic taken in a museum almost thirty years ago, on a sunny summer day…
At that time, around 1990’s, our family lived in Ljubljana (Slovenia was still part of dying Yugoslavia). My husband was employed as a young engineer, I was finishing my medicine studies, and our friend from Italy invited our family to spend a week in his empty apartment in Venice.
For me, visiting Venice for the first time it’s been a week of fascination with Venice, its architecture, its museums, its precious glass and textile manufactures.
I remember we visited literally all the museums, galleries, churches of Venice that were open that summer, and just to save some money we visited museum Peggy Guggenheim on a free visit day, meaning it was crowded there at the time of our visit. I was fascinated by the people from all over the world waiting for the museum to open. That metropolitan public was sure part of cosmopolitan feeling I got entering the palace. Old Venetian palaces are often, like old houses at Slovenian coast, once part of Venetian republic, built in Istrian stone, cold even on the hottest August afternoons. And it was like a dream, escaping from the green Venetian canals and hot streets full of life to come in the palazzo, turned gallery, full of calm, deep shades from the garden playing silhouettes on the gallery walls, quietly observing visitors from around the world admiring artworks in semi silence. Just a sound from a passing boat, il gondoliere laughing, or a seagull call interrupted this atmosphere of dedication to pure art. And as far noises from outside kept persuading me the life is there, outside the gallery, in the canals, in the streets, I got a certain feeling the true life is in reality in here, between those walls, among paintings, sculptures. It was a strong feeling of art being true life that I couldn’t understand at the time, but it hadn’t left me since then, a feeling staying with me for the rest of my life. And so, since that summer there hasn’t been a museum or a gallery in a city I was visiting, not to go there, in eternal search for the art talking to me, strong and without compromises.
It took me a lot of time to recognize that the art call I felt visiting Peggy Guggenheim museum for the first time was meant for me. Many years later I’ve discovered the great passion in my life is art, being happy enough to start art career by myself….
Capri lemons
When I remember Capri I remember lemon trees. Blue, blue sky, azure sea and yellow, yellow lemons on the trees. Traveling to Anacapri with small bus was like swimming in blue color, light blue sky above our heads and darker green – blue sea filling the horizon under the narrow road. And all that blue was sporadically interrupted with vivid lemon yellow dots, ripe lemons were almost too heavy for the branches, it seemed like lemons were just to jump from the trees on the hill, just to catch the sun mirrored down in the sea…..
Capri lemons remain one of my most valued memories. Smell of freshly pressed lemons transfers me to Capri, lemon yellow color brings back that summer far ago…
Tamara Jare: Sunflowers
Sunflowers, Tamara Jare : One of my last oil paintings that is closest to my heart are Sunflowers. I absolutely love Vincent van Gogh but despite my immense admiration of his work I can admit I was a bit into the cliche of making fun of sunflowers made by just anyone capable of holding brush in hand. There is an ocean of horrible sunflowers leaking trough internet and the last thing an artist would wish is to get sunk into a milliard of sunflowers that can barely bear the name of those terrific flowers. And yes, on the other hand there are many prestigious sunflower artworks that immediately make me think: These are so good it is impossible to paint them better, nothing more to add. From respect of those as from a fear to fall into the sunflower ocean mentioned above I’ve newer considered painting sunflowers a reality for me. Until this September. I’ve got a bouquet of sunflowers, and as I’ve put them in a vase I’ve remembered. I’ve remembered the garden I had with my friends, we would put sunflower seeds into the soil the very first year we started and since then each year there were sunflowers all over the place, each year more of them as all the seeds not eaten by birds developed in new and new plants. And we just let them grow, making jokes about our gardening skills, having more flowers as vegetables , but being so happy with all that beauty. And how great it was to come home from the garden with hands full of flowers, the most beautiful the sunflowers in late summer and early autumn. Then a spring came that was without garden, summer that was without flowers and autumn without sunflowers, only those in our hearts have remained quietly blooming in the memories of our friendship. The sunflowers I’ve put in a vase reminded me of those times, of my dear friends, of forgotten garden…I haven’t put the bouquet on the table but I’ve brought those warm yellow sunflowers to my studio,evoking memories of forgotten summers, friends chatting in the garden when there were already stars on the horizon, bringing sunflower bouquets home to warm our hearts…
See the painting at: https://tamarajare.com/