Daffodils are among the first spring flowers in our garden. Their yellow and white blossoms seem as a sort of floral stars, or little suns perhaps, reflecting the strong sunlight of early spring. As this year unusual April snow was predicted, I picked a bouquet of daffodils, to save at least some of them. Indeed next morning snow came, turning the landscape back to winter, silhouettes of near by hills appeared like cut from white paper against the bright blue sky with many clouds bringing even more snow. Daffodils bouquet in green glass vase by the window reflected all those shades of the late April snow. Flower petals appeared almost as made from glassine paper, catching the scarce warmth from the morning sun rays into their translucent shapes. What an abundance of the light caught in the shades of the daffodil’s yellows and whites against the sharp colors of the landscape! Just a feast to paint!
Early Spring Still Life is a small format oil on canvas painting. Basically I am working on some bigger projects right now and my studio is full of paintings in progress. Which I absolutely love, although one project specifically is giving me some troubles! Yet the early spring sun of February is already bright and the hyacinth is popping out on the window. With all the oil colors already on my palette I just had to set a quick composition to paint it immediately, just because all those colors were stunning. Look at the pink baby roses, they by a miracle survived this winter and are flowering in the garden even now! And then the purple hyacinth bulb with emerging green stems! Painting this small canvas really felt like playing with the composition, colors and emerging into the ocean of bright morning sunlight, almost giving me energy as I’ve proceeded. It’s been almost a year since we all have felt a sort of entrapment due to pandemics. I believe this could be the reason this spring is bringing so much promises. And just this are the feelings I’ve wanted to capture here…..
The mystery of things? I have no idea what mystery is! The only mystery is there being someone who thinks about mystery. When you’re in the sun and shut your eyes, You start not knowing what the sun is And you think a lot of things full of heat. But you open your eyes and look at the sun And you can’t think about anything anymore, Because the sun’s light is worth more than the thoughts Of all philosophers and all poets. The light of the sun doesn’t know what it’s doing So it’s never wrong and it’s common and good.
Fernando Pessoa
Early Spring Still Life, Tamara Jare, oil on canvas, 2021
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