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Portrait With a Plant
Self Portrait Study Sketch after Van Gogh Portrait of Dr. Gachet
Self Portrait Study Sketch after Van Gogh, oil on paper
Actually I had a lot of fun with this self portrait. It was made in time of Covid isolation for actual Christies IG open call.
Working on this piece, I’ve tried to stick to original as much as possible, but reinterpretating it on my way. Like starting from the sitter, a doctor, as I did study medicine myself. And accentuating which defines me most.
Flowers and colors
Or moving on to the flower, possibly Digitalis, at Dr Gachet’s table. I’ve painted it as a bouquet of spring flowers from my garden. Just because “I must have flowers, always, and always.”as Claude Monet said.
Here are tulips, that I’ve painted several times before, and daffodils, for I never can’t get enough of that particular spring yellow color. Then I’ve put some chess flowers into the bouquet. It is an hommage to my home town, as Fritillaria Meleagris or Snake’s head grows in Ljubljana Marshes, becoming quite an extinct species by now. And as my late friend once said to me: ”Why you don’t paint some chess flowers, they are so beautiful.” Or in different words: “Nobody sees a flower – really – it is so small it takes time – we haven’t time – and to see takes time, like to have a friend takes time.” – Georgia O’Keeffe
Brushes and art
I’ve painted myself holding brushes, made them green, just to seem as picked flowers. Referencing to art, as Oscar Wilde said: “A work of art is useless as a flower is useless. A flower blossoms for its own joy. We gain a moment of joy by looking at it. That is all that is to be said about our relations to flowers. Of course man may sell the flower, and so make it useful to him, but this has nothing to do with the flower. It is not part of its essence.”
Books and creating
Then I’ve put some books on the table. In a way referencing Albert Camus: “Creating is living doubly. The groping, anxious quest of a Proust, his meticulous collecting of flowers, of wallpapers, and of anxieties, signifies nothing else.”
What more to say, as happily we are out of times of isolation by now, it might happen that I come back to this sketch, just to paint it in oil on canvas…actally I am already looking forward to it 🙂
Tamara
The Other Art Fair
The Othe Art Fair : Thrilled to share the last news:
I’ve been selected to participate at @TheOtherArtFair presented by @saatchiart, Virtual Edition taking place in Spring 2022, between May 23 – June 5!!!!!
Make sure to check my artworks at the both in the virtual gallery of The Other Art Fair and take a stroll among other artist’s stands to experience the latest artworks by a curated rooster of emerging artists.
Stay tuned for more info 😉
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Tamara Jare Saatchi Art Gallery
My Ukrainian Self Portrait
This is my self portrait to pay tribute to the Ukraine I love.
I’ve grown up in a family living with my maternal grandfather, descendant of Russian nobility from Odessa. As during October revolution bolsheviks killed his family he managed to escape, leaving his childhood, home and Russia forever to settle in Belgrade, just to witness the second revolution of his lifetime with partisans changing his new homeland into communist’s country Yugoslavia and to become a Russian aristocracy refugee forever.
I owe my Russian grandpa my great love for Russian and Ukrainian culture. I’ve grown up with Ukrainian and Russian fairy tales, subscription to satirical Russian magazine Krokodil, War and peace being my first novel I read and Bulgakov’s The Master and Margarita my favorite book ever.
Then, 30 years ago, already with my own family and a small kid, I witnessed the Slovenian war for independence. It was not a long war, but nothing can explain the absolute scare a mother feels hearing sirens for air attack, nothing can explain the absolute horror of the war in any possible form. Therefore my heart and my support in these horrible days are with Ukraine and its brave people and with anyone brave enough, no matter where, that dares to say out loud: STOP THE WAR!
My Ukrainian Self portrait, oil on canvas, 2022
Snowdrops
Snowdrops, Tamara Jare, oil on canvas, 2022
Best 2022
Red Color
Red color in art: painting with red color, writing about red color:
“I hear the question upon your lips: What is it to be a colour?
Colour is the touch of the eye, music to the deaf, a word out of the darkness. Because I’ve listened to souls whispering – like the susurrus of the wind – from book to book and object to object for tens or thousands of years, allow me to say that my touch resembles the touch of angels. Part of me, the serious half, calls out to your vision while the mirthful half sours through the air with your glances.
I’m so fortunate to be red! I’m fiery. I’m strong. I know men take notice of me and that I cannot be resisted.
I do not conceal myself: For me, delicacy manifests itself neither in weakness nor in subtlety, but through determination and will. So, I draw attention to myself. I’m not afraid of other colours, shadows, crowds or even of loneliness. How wonderful it is to cover a surface that awaits me with my own victorious being! Wherever I’m spread, I see eyes shine, passions increase, eyebrows rise and heartbeats quicken. Behold how wonderful it is to live! Behold how wonderful to see. I am everywhere. Life begins with and returns to me. Have faith in what I tell you.”
Orhan Pamuk, My Name Is Red
Winter Forest no. I Painting
Winter Forest no . I Painting oil on canvas from my Winter Forest series.
Forest has all the colors of the world.
Early morning light spreads first yellows trough the green leaves, dark green spruce becomes almost bluish under midday sun. Spring greens in the forest bring all the trembling of the young grasses and summer heat paints the bark of the birches into silver . Autumn brings all the possible colors to turn the forest paths into orange, yellow and red . Then comes the winter snow turning everything white. Until one stares deeply into the depth of the forest sculptures covered with snow, reflecting sun light into the form of thousand tiny crystal suns, each bearing its color filter, one just needs to open the eyes wide and the whites of the early afternoon in the forest get colored…..
Home Plants
Home plants on the window with a winter landscape, oil on canvas , 2022.
It was just one of those crispy winter days, when sunlight gets almost unbearable, reflecting from the snow crystals resembling thousand small glass stars sipped over the hills. Watching from my room I’ve noticed the window framing the piece of the landscape and turning it into a diorama like still life with home plants on the window shelf. In a moment a magic happened: whatever seemed to be the exterior turned into still life in the warm room, what seemed to be the interior stepped into the landscape with the blue sky.
“Enlarge your windows till you will get a window where you can see the whole universe with one look!”
― Mehmet Murat ildan