Forest path oil on canvas abstract landscape was painted this summer. It feels strange to me how long it took me to paint it. I basically knew what I wanted to make. This picture of the forest path near my home is in my head since I can remember. We used to walk it with my late mother, with my family, with my dog, as kids we used to play there. As I close my eyes I can see this path….I painted this canvas ”from inside”, relying on the photo I made just for certain details. But otherwise the Forest path oil on canvas painting was growing by itself, once started I couldn’t end, it was like all years of memories guiding my brush…..I was only concentrated to pick the right colors, to make the correct composition….
Rudbeckia Tamara Jare painting contemporary still life
Painting this contemporary still life oil on canvas was a real joy. For this small nature morte I used palette knife and brushes to capture a Rudbeckia bouquet from my garden. Yellow color of flowers and green color of the table cloth were so strong, and there was a pink vase, all together making a vivid nature morte composition. I wanted to keep this contemporary still life oil on canvas simple and clean. Playing with textures and color main aim was to represent joy of summer colors. Note the patterns of the table cloth, the trembling background and strong yellow flowers arranged with some grasses. And the blue patches, just to mirror the blue sky….. And an interesting detail, the pattern used in the green table cloth appears also in some of my Garden series watercolors. Check the previous blog post: Garden with blue colors. Thinking about the table cloth representing garden and the garden being just a table cloth with patterns of nature…..
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….
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…
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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