Summer Self Portrait
Summer Self Portrait with Pine Tree and Sailboats, oil on canvas, 2024
Summer Self Portrait with Pine Tree and Sailboats, oil on canvas, 2024
From My Studio, Tamara Jare. oil on canvas, 2024
Still Life from my Studio is my new canvas. It has been a rather dark cloudy morning, so I have decided to set up this cheerful still life just to bring some colors to my studio. Some red tomatoes, three onions, a pomegranate, a pear and an orange, and a blue glass vase contrasting the empty gilded wooden frame. And my brushes in a Japanese vase with some green decor. Which has this time interested me more than the color scheme has been the empty space. The equilibrium between what has been told and what holds the composition in the space. The eternal juxtaposition between the white color and all the colors of the day.
Artwork price
As mentioned before, I had a wonderful privilege of not only having the most noble hearted, intelligent and warm person possible as my mother, but also having a possibility to grow up in an art studio, learning from one of the best artists of her generation, my mother. It was childhood filled with art. My first books were art monographs. Since the early age I was encouraged to explore the world of literature, painting, sculpture, music. I still remember artists, intellectuals visiting our home, having debates about art. Already as a young girl I saw almost all art exhibition openings in the town. And am grateful for that. But there is also something else I’ve seen. I’ve seen too many quasy friends of my mother taking her artworks home but forgetting to pay. Or wearing Gucci’s and claiming they need the already friendly price of the painting to be lowered. Or “borrowing “art just for an occasion and forgetting to bring it back. Or taking it for granted to get a portrait even before starting to write an article, art criticism or arrange an exhibit. But even so couldn’t imagine which happened today! Acclaimed art critic came today, almost ten years after my late mother’s death, to our home, to tell us he would like to have my mums artwork as supposedly she once said she might consider giving him a painting for an article, which of course has never been written. COMPLETELY IN SCHOCK all I can say now is, in name of my late mother, in my personal name, IN NAME OF ALL THE ARTISTS : TO MAKE AN ARTWORK ONE NEEDS TALENT, TIME, HARD WORK, PERSEVERATION, DETERMINATION, VISION, CREATIVITY, NOT TO MENTION ART STUDIO AND ART MATETIALS HAVE TO BE PAID. THEREFORE ONLY PRIMITIVE IGNORANTS CAN ASSUME IT IS NORMAL OR SELF UNDERSTANDABLE TO GET ARTWORKS FOR NOTHING!!! THANK YOU FOR UNDERSTANDING THIS SIMPLE FACT!!!!
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?
Still Life with Three Mandarins and a Jug, Contemporary still life, oil on canvas
Summer Bouquet, oil on canvas was painted in summer 2019.
Which I particularly love about the summers is the abundance of flowers in the garden. I usually like to have a morning stroll around the flower beds, see what is new and pick some flowers for the bouquet. Sometimes I would bring a twig from the forest or use some weeds picked among the flowers to put among the bouquet flowers.
And it is at that time that I already see the new painting I am going to paint. Although the hard work begins from that moment on, for a painting to be finished in situ questions have to be answered, one by one. Composition, colors, accents, textures…yet the best occurs when during work flow problems get solved by themselves. Itbis that type of painting when brush seems to paint on its own, yet the painting proceeds to the best possible direction. Which needs a lot of former study and hard work to be accomplished before even starting the canvad, yet is the most rewarding and happy moment for the painter.
And this canvas is among those painted seemingly by itself. Giving me the joy of creation I worked on it during last summer. The size is big enough that looking at it one gets immediately the same feeling as if the real bouquet would be in the room, wrapping our senses in the song of summer colors and shapes……..
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
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