Thursday, July 24, 2014

A New Day is Born

The following is a poem written by Lee Werley....


A NEW DAY IS BORN

The sun bursts open the morning sky.
Rays of light reflect upon the waves.
The birds and sandpipers search for nourishment.
A variety of shells await the morning inspection.
Surf crashes.
Wind blows.
The sun shines.
A new day is born.
One more is added to our life experience.

.................................

His poem reminds me of the many beautiful mornings I have enjoyed at our favorite beach haunts, Amelia Island Plantation. It is a lovely spot and never crowded. This painting is based on a photo I took last  year while there.



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Tuesday, May 13, 2014

The Garden Wall

In April of last year Barbara Foster Shutz wrote the following poem. She is a fellow Chapel Hillian and I had no idea that she had such talent!

The Garden Wall

Do Phlox feel blue to be
behind the garden wall?
Do Gunnera feel awkward,
weighted down by leaves
so large, green giants 
greedy for damp space 
between the dainty marigold
and its open yellow face?

Might Red Hot Pokers
frighten off the chill
of night?  Could Candelabra
Primula, their separate 
heads and watchful eyes,
prevent  the stream
from running down the hill
and out the garden gate?

And what if Rhododendron
mastered every art,
racing at the speed of light
to breach the wall,
to conquer worlds beyond?
Would stone contain 
and air confine
their lusty aims?

Let trees with all their Fibonacci 
limbs and leaves reach and stretch 
to offer shade outside the wall, 
as roots cling firmly
to the garden soil that mothers 
Violets, double Daffodils.
Lupine, dressed in multi-colored garb,
standing tall and straight,
will guard the garden wall.

When reading this I was reminded of a scene the last time I was in Switzerland. Here is my painting of "Lupines".


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Consider stopping by a show of my entire available works at the Campbell House in Southern Pines during the month of May. The show is called "Light and Legacy" and includes Carol Owen's beautiful spirit houses. 
It's a lovely time of year to explore that area!
http://www.mooreart.org/programs/visual/upcoming-art-exhibits/

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Sunday, April 20, 2014

Egg Gathering

Welcome to the Eleventh Edition
 of Poetry and Paintings
My dear friend, Ellie Densen, sent me the following poem by Margaret Hasse, which was written in 1974. She writes in a voice described as “potent, clear-cut, honest – no posturing, no distractions. All heart and soul and care.” I thought it fitting for this season.  

Benediction to Egg Gathering
I put my hand on the head
of each in my family.
I am counting fresh eggs again...
warm and whole
from the feather duster bottom
of the hen who polished the brown ones,
the white ones with yolk shining through

When you think of eggs,
do not think of chicken coops,
air grey with lung-coating dust,
do not think of supermarkets
cold storage and grade A.

Think of clover barns,
hens nesting in green-golden bales.
Think of straw basket...
not a styrofoam carton...
a basket with a cone of eggs,
warm like fresh bread,
rich like vanilla ice cream,
and nestled in a simple
blue cotton kerchief.

My friends,
I collect enough to eat and to concoct with.
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My painting related to this poem is..."Chick Reflections"

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I also would like to share photos of two sets of eggs recently found by Renee Thompson on her property. She is a true lover of birds and author of The Plume Hunter. Visit her blog at http://www.reneethompson.com





For your calendar....I will be having a show of my available works at the Campbell House in Southern Pines during the month of May. Let me know if you wish specific information...
or just stop by if you're in that area. 482 E Connecticut Ave. 

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Thursday, April 3, 2014

Daffodils


Welcome to the Tenth Edition
 of Poetry and Paintings

Yes, Spring is finally here...perhaps a little late this year...But I'm already affected by the pollen...so I know it is truly happening!  

Good friend, Lila Wolff, sent me one of her favorite poems, by William Wordsworth, (1770 – 1850) an English poet who was instrumental in launching the Romantic Age in English literature. 
Daffodils
I wandered lonely as a cloud
That floats on high o'er vales and hills,
When all at once I saw a crowd,
A host, of golden daffodils;
Beside the lake, beneath the trees,
Fluttering and dancing in the breeze.

Continuous as the stars that shine
And twinkle on the milky way,
They stretched in never-ending line
Along the margin of a bay:
Ten thousand saw I at a glance,
Tossing their heads in sprightly dance.

The waves beside them danced; but they
Out-did the sparkling waves in glee:
A poet could not but be gay,
In such a jocund company:
I gazed--and gazed--but little thought
What wealth the show to me had brought:

For oft, when on my couch I lie
In vacant or in pensive mood,
They flash upon that inward eye
Which is the bliss of solitude;
And then my heart with pleasure fills,
And dances with the daffodils. 


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Sunday, February 23, 2014

All's a Flutter

Welcome to the Ninth Edition of the Poetry and Painting Blog!

For this entry I would like to pass the baton to an amazing North Carolina artist, Ana Sumner. As a fiber artist, she loves exploring "the things not seen" and "the things seen"...what the natural world reveals to her. She expresses this using painted fabric, silk ribbon, threads and beads. Below is her own poem with her visual creation made of the above named elements. 

"All’s a Flutter" 

As the snow has covered the ground
in the early morning hours my imagination wanders off…
How I long to see the colors that spring brings
 with all its purples, blues and greens
 a dash of yellow, orange and pink
and the flutter of butterflies 
With my creative being, 
I begin to stitch a ribbon of purple and yellow 
and one of pink and blue
Before you know it a garden art appears to warm my winter!



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Monday, February 10, 2014

My Valentine

Welcome to the Eighth Edition
 of Poetry and Paintings!

In celebration of Valentine's Day, we might consider man's very best friend, his dog. Long-time friend Bill Davis from Tennessee sent me several photographs of his dog, Pearl. He said he was in love with her...but of course not as much as his wife, Anne...but ALMOST!  I have painted my rendition of one his photographs....with a  related poem, below. My wishes for a Happy Valentine's Day to you!




Valentine, 11x14, oil on panel

And here is a fitting poem by Gene Hill:
He is Just My Dog
He is my other eyes that can see above the clouds;
my other ears that hear above the winds.
He is the part of me that can reach out into the sea.
He has told me a thousand times over that I am his reason for being;
by the way he rests against my leg;
by the way he thumps his tail at my smallest smile;
by the way he shows his hurt when I leave without taking him
(I think it makes him sick with worry when he is not along
to care for me).
When I am wrong, he is delighted to forgive.
When I am angry, he clowns to make me smile.
When I am happy, he is joy unbounded.
When I am a fool, he ignores it.
When I succeed, he brags.
Without him, I am only another man. With him, I am all-powerful.
He is loyalty itself. He has taught me the meaning of devotion.
With him, I know a secret comfort and a private peace.
He has brought me understanding where before I was ignorant.
His head on my knee can heal my human hurts.
His presence by my side is protection against my fears
of dark and unknown things.
He has promised to wait for me… whenever… wherever, in case I need him. And I expect I will – as I always have.
He is just my dog.
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Wednesday, January 29, 2014

Cold Mountain

Welcome to the Seventh Edition
 of Poetry and Paintings

In this winter of the low-hanging Arctic Vortex, I thought I would share with you a favorite poem submitted by John Aram, one of my dear, deep-natured friends. What we know as Cold Mountain, was written by Hanshan (Chinese寒山pinyinHánshān; literally "Cold Mountain", fl. 9th century) was a legendary figure associated with a collection of poems from the Chinese Tang Dynasty in the Taoist and Chantradition.

In John's words,

The poem is somewhat long, so I am attaching only three verses which I think illustrate the ethereal sense of the poem in general.  By way of introduction, however, I also wanted to include a critic's statement (with which I agree) about the poem which is included in the introduction to a book by the same title in which the poem is presented.  The critic (Arthur Waley) writes, "Cold Mountain is often the name of a state of mind rather than a locality.  It is on this conception, as well as on that of the 'hidden treasure,' the Buddha who is sought not somewhere outside us, but 'at home' in the heart, that the mysticism of the poem is based."


Text from Cold Mountain (verses #40, 45, 47)

I climb the road to Cold Mountain,
The road to Cold Mountain that never ends.
The valleys are long and strewn with stones;
The streams broad and banked with thick grass.
Moss is slippery, though no rain has fallen;
Pines sign, but it isn’t the wind.
Who can break from the snares of the world
And sit with me among the white clouds?

Cold Mountain is full of weird sights;
People who try to climb it always get scared.
When the moon shines, the water glints and sparkles;
When the wind blows, the grasses rustle and sigh.
Snowflakes make blossoms for the bare plum,
Clouds in place of leaves for the naked trees.
At a touch of rain, the whole mountain shimmers –
But only in good weather can you make the climb.

How cold it is on the mountain!
Not just this year but always.
Crowded peaks forever choked with snow,
Dark forests breathing endless mist:
No grass sprouts till the early days of June;
Before the first of autumn, leaves are falling.
And here a wonderer, drowned in delusion,
Looks and looks but cannot see the sky.

While this poem evokes many visual images....my rather abstracted response to reading it is below: 




In Cold Mountain, 11x14, oil on panel

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PS...After reading the Cold Mountain poem, Nerys Levy sent the image of her own watermedia work on paper, created during her visit to her homeland, Wales, this past summer...



Sunday, December 29, 2013

Simple Pleasures

Welcome to the sixth edition
 of Poetry and Paintings

Mary Ann Anderson, an artist* friend of mine sent me the following words by esteemed artist and teacher, Robert Henri, who wrote the Art Spirit published in 1923.

"The object of painting a picture is not to make a picture -- however unreasonable this may sound. The picture, if a picture results, is a by-product and may be useful, valuable, interesting as a sign of what has past. The object, which is back of every true work of art, is the attainment of a state of being, a state of high functioning, a more than ordinary moment of existence....
There are moments in our lives, there are moments in a day, when we seem to see beyond the usual. Such are the moments of our greatest happiness. Such are the moments of our greatest wisdom. If one could but recall his vision by some sort of sign. It was in this hope that the arts were invented. Sign-posts on the way to what may be. Sign-posts toward greater knowledge."

An example of this is when I recently painted a still life....just three ordinary onions. But my true enjoyment wasn't because of the actual subject matter, rather it was the joy of relating to the color and light effects. After the busy and "stuff"-laden moments of the holidays, it's nice to get back to the "Simple Pleasures" of the day.


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Monday, December 2, 2013

Twilight Serenade

Welcome to the Fifth Edition of
 Poetry and Paintings!


For this blog I have selected a photograph of a Canadian sunset submitted to me by my good neighbor, Joan Bullard. You will see the painting that was inspired by that beautiful image and some quotes that remind me of the specific scene. 


 
        “Watch the sunset without speaking, just like a bird watching the sunset in complete silence!” 


“This unlikely story begins on a sea that was a blue dream, as colorful as blue-silk stockings, and beneath a sky as blue as the irises of children's eyes. From the western half of the sky the sun was shying little golden disks at the sea--if you gazed intently enough you could see them skip from wave tip to wave tip until they joined a broad collar of golden coin that was collecting half a mile out and would eventually be a dazzling sunset.” 
            
                 


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Tuesday, November 12, 2013

A Sense of Awe


Welcome to the fourth edition of 
Poetry and Paintings! 
I am excited to share this adventure with you!  I continue to receive wonderful responses to the idea. Many have submitted photos that they have taken, while some have sent poems and sayings that they have written themselves or that have certain meaning to their lives.  


For this blog I have selected a passage by Ralph Waldo Emerson, submitted by Ansel Mullins, a creative writer in his own right. Emerson was an American essayist, lecturer, and poet, who led the Transcendentalist movement of the mid-19th century.

“If the stars should appear one night in a thousand years, how would men believe and adore; and preserve for many generations the remembrance of the city of God which had been shown.  But every night come out these envoys of beauty and light the universe with their admonishing smile.”

When I read this I thought of striking photo recently sent to me by my high school friend, Jeff Barker. It was of his young grandson overlooking a distant mountain range, blanket in hand, and with a posture exhibiting a true sense of awe. Clearly, this was the first time he had seen this particular magnificence! My painted response is below...




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Saturday, October 26, 2013

Ode to Autumn


Welcome to the third edition of Poetry and Painting



For this third blog I have selected a poem written by John Keats (1795-1821). It was suggested by my friend, Ellie Densen, who majored in English literature, is still an avid reader, and resides in Iowa:
                     
                                 TO AUTUMN.
                                            1.
SEASON of mists and mellow fruitfulness, 
 
Close bosom-friend of the maturing sun; 
   
Conspiring with him how to load and bless 
       
With fruit the vines that round the thatch-eves run; 
   
To bend with apples the moss’d cottage-trees, 
       
And fill all fruit with ripeness to the core; 

To swell the gourd, and plump the hazel shells 
   
With a sweet kernel; to set budding more, 
       
And still more, later flowers for the bees, 
       
Until they think warm days will never cease, 
           
For Summer has o’er-brimm’d their clammy cells.
                                            2.
Who hath not seen thee oft amid thy store? 
       
Sometimes whoever seeks abroad may find 
   
Thee sitting careless on a granary floor, 
       
Thy hair soft-lifted by the winnowing wind; 
   
Or on a half-reap’d furrow sound asleep, 
       
Drows’d with the fume of poppies, while thy hook 
           
Spares the next swath and all its twined flowers: 
   
And sometimes like a gleaner thou dost keep 
       
Steady thy laden head across a brook; 
       
Or by a cyder-press, with patient look, 
           
Thou watchest the last oozings hours by hours.
                                            3.
Where are the songs of Spring? Ay, where are they? 
       
Think not of them, thou hast thy music too,
   
While barred clouds bloom the soft-dying day, 
       
And touch the stubble plains with rosy hue; 
   
Then in a wailful choir the small gnats mourn 
       
Among the river sallows, borne aloft 
           
Or sinking as the light wind lives or dies; 
   
And full-grown lambs loud bleat from hilly bourn; 
       
Hedge-crickets sing; and now with treble soft 
       
The red-breast whistles from a garden-croft; 
           
And gathering swallows twitter in the skies.

My painted response to this poem was a work I began en plein air in Western NC in early fall. As I recall painting it I could feel some of Keats' description of impending Autumn, especially “thy laden head across a brook”.   So I decided to go back to this piece and finish it with that sense of place and time in mind. 




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