floral - Tamara Jare

Time of Peonies, oil on canvas, 2021

Jul 25, 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.

Violets Watercolor

Aug 27, 2020

Violets flowers in white mug near a lemon and a smal majolica bowl with blue and green pattern. Still life painting picture. Original Tamara Jare contemporary art. — Violets watercolor on paper

Violets, Contemporary still life, Watercolor on paper

Bloggers

Jun 9, 2020

Bloggers make the best friends, writes my dear blogging friend Michelle, author of the blog From The Pink Shed. I can only agree and invite you to try it out for yourself, too. But before you start, and for some encouragement, see what my dear blogging friend has to say. Please note, I’ve started my first blog ”My Botanical Garden”, mentioned in the text, quiet some years ago. In the meantime I’ve realised I would love to write a blog dedicated solely to contemporary art, mainly to painting and my art. So I’ve started Tamara Jare Blog on this page.

But now, please, read some lines about bloggers from Michelle’s new post and make sure to visit her blog for the complete post 😉

Michelle writes: ”I made the decision to start my blog after reading Joy Cho’s book, Blog Inc., on vacation over three years ago. One of the many things the author promised I’d discover as a blogger was a thriving, creative, supportive community. The thought of that warmed my heart.

I have been blessed to find many friends in the blogosphere.My first friend, Tamara Jare of My Botanical Garden, visited my site when it was only two days old and became one of my first subscribers and a loyal reader.

But, beyond that, we became pen pals. I’ve never met Tamara, but I’m sure I’d recognize her if she came walking into my living room right now. We’d hug and I’d ask her to sit down in my incredibly comfy velvet club chair while I poured her a glass of champagne. And, then you’d know what would happen? We’d talk for hours.”………….read more here 🙂

Thank you Michelle, I am sure one day we’ll have that glass of champagne!

May bouquet

May 27, 2020

May bouquet, painted obviously in May, in the spring of 2020, that has changed so profoundly the world we know. Yet, no matter what, the spring does come each year.

Each year makes me particularly happy to see our old garden phyladelphus is starting to bloom. Sweet scent of hundreds white little stars wraps up the garden, sun is getting warmer and in a couple of days first purple iris-es open, usually accompanied by the roses.

I guess each gardener will recognize that feeling one gets just after picking the fresh flowers to make a bouquet. Bringing all those flowers inside, one needs to find a vase big enough to display all the colors just brought in. And as you put the bouquet on the table to watch the flowers closely, even, so to say, with an inner eye, then you can see the spring avakening, bursting and flowering after a long winter. Looking closer it seems almost like flowers are dancing, moving around each other, just to reach sky and to blossom into the spring. It is a sort of vertigo like feeling. Remembering when the last spring took part one gets almost absorbed into all the colors and patterns of nature bursting into spring again.

So here it is, my May bouquet. Please, have a close look at the flowers from my garden and feel the vertigo of all the colors of a new spring……