Flowering Trees
Flowering Trees, Tamara Jare, oil on canvas, 2024
Flowering Trees, Tamara Jare, oil on canvas, 2024
“I don’t reproach the spring
for starting up again.
I can’t blame it
for doing what it must
year after year.
I know that my grief
will not stop the green.”
― Wisława Szymborska, View with a Grain of Sand: Selected Poems
Spring, pencil, oil crayons and watercolor on paper, 2024
2024
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Time of Peonies, oil on canvas, 2021
It’s been one of those mornings, when light is bright and garden is still calm, like enveloped in the mist of the night just passed and the blossoms of colorful flowers appear after the dark of the night to celebrate the day. Complete solitude is needed to enter the code of color world, walking down the garden feels like entering trough portals of eternal beauty. Picking flowers for a bouquet is a meditative task and as I’ve been picking the first peonies of the season I’ve remembered how happy I’ve been planting these pale pink peonies and how long have I waited before thy started to blossom. Their sweet scent of early summer each June gives me joy and makes me want to paint them in all their gorgeous beauty, so fragile and short lived, but year after year appearing in the corner of the garden, near a small Japanese maple.
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……
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