Venetian dodges visiting their province took part of their siesta behind white stone walls of the Praetor’s palace, letting only the tiny sound of a letter falling through the stone bocca to disturb them for a minute. Bell from the nearby church was loud as pigeons flew back to Piazza San Marco in Venice, leaving behind the magnificent Loggia Caffe where first coffee in this part of the world has been served far before Stendhal arrived. Loggia, seemingly floating above the mirror of white stone plaza, remembering all the centuries passing by….
I stood there, capturing the moment of petrified time and listening to the silence of history…
Loggia, Koper, oil on canvas, 2024
Flowering Trees
Flowering Trees, Tamara Jare, oil on canvas, 2024
From My Studio
From My Studio, Tamara Jare. oil on canvas, 2024
Birthday Self Portrait
Spring
“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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Portrait
Portrait, oil on canvas, 2024
Self Portrait after Manet
Self Portrait with my Mother, after Édouard Manet Un bar aux Folies Bergère, oil on canvas, 2023
Weary of all who come with words, words but no language
I make my way to the snow-covered island.
The untamed has no words.
The unwritten pages spread out on every side!
I come upon the tracks of deer in the snow.
Language but no words.
Tomas Tranströmer: From March 1979
Spruce in Snow, oil on canvas, 2023
Still Life from my Studio is my new canvas. It has been a rather dark cloudy morning, so I have decided to set up this cheerful still life just to bring some colors to my studio. Some red tomatoes, three onions, a pomegranate, a pear and an orange, and a blue glass vase contrasting the empty gilded wooden frame. And my brushes in a Japanese vase with some green decor. Which has this time interested me more than the color scheme has been the empty space. The equilibrium between what has been told and what holds the composition in the space. The eternal juxtaposition between the white color and all the colors of the day.
Last week I was travelling back to our hotel in Milan, pretty tired after a day of gallery visits. The late afternoon light of the November was pouring to the inside of the train. The Milan landscape flowing behind our windows had a certain glow from the late sun. These colors attracted my attention first, just sky blue sky and a certain shade of green grass. But the very next moment we passed a group of houses and they were just exactly as the houses from a Morandi painting. I have been completely surprised to realise the color palette Morandi had used for his canvases came from the true colors of his home landscape……….as true art really can evolve only from the true colors of the life…