From My Studio
From My Studio, Tamara Jare. oil on canvas, 2024
Time of Peonies, oil on canvas, 2021
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.
Still life with a creamer
Painting Summer Bouquet
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……..
Bouquet still life
August bouquet
August is the time when summer turns toward warmer colors,preparing for autumn to come. There is still all that colorfulness in the air. Garden is as a big bouquet on its own. But all the colors are, little by little, loosing the sharpness of early summer, when all the promises were still in the air. Second half of the summer bears with it that certainty of coming September, ripe apples, end of summer holidays and fall colors of the trees… I loved painting that simple perception of the tranquility and transience of an August late afternoon, of the colorful flowers from the garden, off all the yellows of the summer days caught in a glimpse of a bouquet I made for the vintage glass vase. I wanted to get that feeling of trembling summer light, warm as summer can be, catching the viewer in the vertigo of August colors, just to make him remember it was a hot summer day……
Bouquet no. XVI
Bouquet no. XVI , some reflections
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…
