Flowering Trees
Flowering Trees, Tamara Jare, oil on canvas, 2024
Roman Statue , contemporary landscape
Roman Statue in Park, Tamara Jare contemporary landscape painting, oil on canvas, 2021.
Roman citizen of Emona, Emonec, is gilded bronze statue dating back to the beginning of the 2nd century depicting a wealthy man wearing folded toga. The statue was part of sepulchral monument from the burial ground in front of the northern gate of Emona, now Ljubljana. The replica of Emonec is today located in Zvezda Park, near the Congress Square. The original is in the Slovenian National Museum.
Landscape painting roman ruins in Ostia Antica cont’d
Landscape painting Roman ruins of Ostia Antica is the recent painting series of mine. I’ve worked on it since the Covid- 19 pandemics has started and subsequently we got stuck in quarantine. What has started as reveries and remembering some travels at first, has become a much loved painting subject of me. I’ve loved history since I can remember, Roman history is a subject I could read about hours and hours. No doubt this has been part of the reason of my artistic diving in the scenography of ruins, silent witnesses of forgotten times. But then so many connotations have emerged while I’ve been studying the subject to work further on. One of those is certainly the fact that inhabitants of Ostia, like Romans, experienced many waves of malaria outbreaks. The 9th century A.D. outbreak of malaria in Ostia even left the city abandoned. Absolutely grateful for the vaccine and the fact we won’t need to leave our homes I still do think about the cyclical nature of the history, the fact that as humans we remain vulnerable even today. Which makes me wonder: What is going to stay…
Some Latin phrases:
Espice, adspice, prospice. / Look behind, look here, look ahead.
Vide et credere. / See and believe.
Verba volant, scripta manent. / Spoken words fly away, written words remain.
Quindquid latine dictum est, altum videtur. / Anything said in Latin sounds profound.
Aude sapere. / Dare to know.
Natura, artis magistra. / Nature, the mistress of art.
Qui scribit, bis legit. / Who writes, reads twice.
Artist’s book
Artist’s book I’ve named Venetian Gardens
Tamara Jare original watercolor paintings on paper
I’ve painted 45 imaginary Venetian gardens, an artist’s book with abstract landscapes, a sort of archetype memory maps of the Venetian gardens. Venice has some beautiful gardens, but it is quite difficult to visit them. I’ve always dreamed about seeing them all, but have actually seen just two of them, the dodge garden and the garden at the palazzo Leoni , namely Peggy Guggenheim museum. Yet I have a memory of a ride with vaporetto, passing some high brick walls with exotic trees behind them and imagining the gardens that might be there….
I’ve painted a book to bring the viewer to those fictive gardens of mine, to stroll among the colors and patterns I’ve built in my imagination. I wanted to make each page a new and different experience and it was quite hard to work on keeping that tension from the page to the page. So far I am happy with the book, turning it’s pages really feels like walking down the gardens in Venetian lagoon, entering the own inner world and trying to break the code of the meditative language of colors, patterns, lines, rhythm ..
ostia antica landscape
Ostia Antica Landscape is new oil painting from my Roman Ruins paintings series.
Ostia Antica is well preserved archeological site of the ancient Rome port at the ostium of the river Tiber. I’ve started to paint the series of landscapes depicting archeological site near Rome, Ostia Antica, just in the times of spring outbreak of the Covid – 19 pandemic that has changed our world so immensely.
Time of isolation has been a sort of an artificial bubble, keeping me at home. Which I’ve loved as I basically love being at home. Yet in my subconsciousness, there has been that latent feeling of being trapped in a way. And that strange feeling has led me to the unusual perception that my travel memories have become vivid. It quite possibly has been a sort of escapism. Daydreaming about the places visited at happy summers I’ve remembered the strong colors of a Roman summer. Closing my eyes I’ve been able to smell the flowering trees of the early summer in Rome. I’ve heard the cicadas in the pine trees and the deep shade of old cypresses. Suddenly I could walk down the cobbled streets of the ancient port near the old city. Immersing myself into the scenery of Ostia Antica I’ve imagined the merchants calling the customers, kids playing with a barking dog behind the corner of the bricked house and down there at Via del Sole I could smell the freshly baked bread…..and all that colors have been so vivid I suddenly could not tell the difference between the reality and the happy memories from the far ago……..
Landscape with trees, watercolour on paper
