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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Anemones, still life painting after George Leslie Hunter’s ‘Still Life of Anemones with Striped Wallpaper’ , oil on canvas, 2021
I heard a thousand blended notes,
While in a grove I sate reclined,
In that sweet mood when pleasant thoughts
Bring sad thoughts to the mind.
To her fair works did Nature link
The human soul that through me ran;
And much it grieved my heart to think
What man has made of man.
Through primrose tufts, in that green bower,
The periwinkle trailed its wreaths;
And ’tis my faith that every flower
Enjoys the air it breathes.
The birds around me hopped and played,
Their thoughts I cannot measure:—
But the least motion which they made
It seemed a thrill of pleasure.
The budding twigs spread out their fan,
To catch the breezy air;
And I must think, do all I can,
That there was pleasure there.
If this belief from heaven be sent,
If such be Nature’s holy plan,
Have I not reason to lament
What man has made of man?
Source: The Longman Anthology of Poetry (Pearson, 2006) from Poetry foundation
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
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