Brushes and Flowers with Red Basket Painting is just a small vignette from my studio table. I’ve been working on some paintings, as usually I’ve put a handful of brushes in an old jug to have them ready. As I cannot live without flowers there have been some fresh twigs full of white blossoms, just in case I’d paint them. An old ceramic basket where I keep some important unimportant items I love has, who knows how, found it’s way to be just near the jug with flowers. Working on a recent canvas I’ve wanted to reach for a brush as I’ve suddenly noticed this still life just in front of me, it’s been so perfectly real I knew I’ve wanted to paint it. In a moment the wet canvas on the easel has been changed with a new one and I’ve hurried to catch this simple vignette reminding me that each day consists of at least some magical moments, moments when we can see trough the light of everyday to embrace a small particle of eternity……
Brushes, white flowers and a red basket contemporary still life Tamara Jare original painting oil on canvas
Still life with a landscape, or a landscape with a still life?
Painted in October 2020 are two porcelain figurines and a bouquet in a blue vase on the table by the window in my art studio.
From my window I can see green hills with trees, houses and sky. I often just sit by the window and watch the colors of sky. Just by the nuance of its blue color I can tell the weather is going to change.
Painted here are the flowers from my garden, pink and purple asters planted there many years ago. Yet they have stayed at the same place for all the time and since I can remember they start to bloom just about the time when the summer is ending. Observing the colder temperatures of the air, the colors of the sky, the first rains of the season and the clouds of tiny purple stars, asters, one can know for sure the autumn has come.
This October has been a bit different, hitting the second lock down I’ve been sitting by my working table in my studio, wondering when the life would go back to normal……Looking at the flowers and seeing all the colors of that October day I’ve felt almost as being transferred into the future, normal future. Or was it just a day dream? Has it been s still life full of colors that has brought back all the memories of normal Octobers? Or has it been the landscape behind the window promising me the better days to come?
Open calls as #guggenheimtogether are proving that social media have a potential of becoming a platform for the art word of the future. Internet is connecting museums with artists and public across the boundaries of geographies, politics, time zones, gender or race. And this possibility is making me happy. For the word to grow needs to stay connected with the creativity and innovation, no matter where does it come from. Please, visit official Instagram, Twitter or Facebook pages of Guggenheim Museums and have a look. I hope you’ll like my painting, but be sure to check out other posts, too. For art has , paradoxically, newer been so accessible as it is getting just now, in times of social isolation . And remember, as Museum Guggenheim says : even in a socially-distanced world, inspiration is never far.
We loved seeing what happens around your table through your #GuggenheimTogether submissions. 🍽 Enjoy this selection of works, and always remember that even in a socially-distanced world, inspiration is never far. pic.twitter.com/Xcie33W9QB
We loved seeing what happens around your table through your #GuggenheimTogether submissions. Check out our instagram to see a selection of works, and always remember that even in a socially-distanced world, inspiration is never far pic.twitter.com/JhrGLilnRy
Vintage art book or ”what is one man’s crap is another man’s treasure”
Last week I ‘ve happened to get a wonderful vintage art book. I’ve passed by a bookshelf, in public space, with a note attached on it. It read: Take with you as many as you want 🙂 Bring some you don’t need any more:)
The bookshelf was rather full. It seems people are energetically following Ms. Condo and books obviously aren’t very sparkly possession for many. Anyhow, I’ve looked closely as one never knows what can be hidden in such a library full of thrown away books. It turned out I really absolutely had to save one book, the one sitting alone among many How to do manuals, Cookbooks, Crime novels and Love stories. It hasn’t appeared as something like a new book, with the cardboard envelope even a bit torn down. But then inside this envelope, there were six lovely notebook like booklets. As I’ve read the title I’ve decided it goes with mes. For as said before: ”what is one man’s crap is another man’s treasure” .
The book is actually first part of four books series by Schmiedeberg Blume. The first tome is titled Grundlagen der Technik und Komposition and it is basically a textbook for painters. Printed in Berlin in 1927!
I am extremely happy I’ve rescued this book, reading it now and enjoying it’s vintage illustrations. Noticing some things haven’t changed that much in the last 100 years.
Have a look at some illustrations, aren’t they just marvelous?
Tamara
Ps: This weekend picking some books from my library to put on that bookshelf, hope to make someone happy 🙂
Some illustrations to enjoy
Cardboard envelope a bit torn down, will mend itGerman textbook for painters, printed in Berlin, 1927vintage illustration of easels, photo Tamara Jare illustration of watercolor tubes, Pelikan, Hannover, Germany, photo Tamara Jare book illustration, different painting brushes, photo Tamara Jareartist textbook illustration, two palettes for oil painting, photo Tamara Jaresaved artist textbook illustration, Pelikan ink bottle, photo Tamara Jare Vintage artist textbook illustration, wooden box for oil painting, photo Tamara Jare
A small pine tree trimmed as bonsai has captured my attention. There is all the beauty of a real grown up tree caught in a bonsai tree, put on a display to admire. And one can admire the nature of the tree species itself. Yet also the virtue of the one growing the bonsai. Painting this still life I’ve used vivid color palette.I wanted to catch the wonderful natural colors of a pine tree (Pinus sylvestris). And I’ve tried to make it really simple, just not to take any attention away from the simple meditative beauty of a small bonsai tree..
“There are no borders in bonsai. The dove of peace flies to palace as to humble house, to young as to old, to rich and poor. So does the spirit of bonsai.” ― John Yoshio Naka
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….
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. “
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….
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