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This series was shot using a Nikon N80 and high speed iLford black and white film hence the great grainy effect. More of the gladwrap bride
/ “Lemons on Blue Cotton” are part of the Series “Citrus“ Acrylic on Canvas.. The space / between the leaves / is full of sunlight. At the sharp edge, / no longer crowded / with past and future. Fruits ripen on the lemon tree / in the silence / rising / from the morning air .....Ok-Koo Kand Grosjean. /
These Glads are growing in my garden. This year, they are the reddest I have ever seen them. I couldn’t stop taking pictures of them. The other colors are deeper than usual too. I wonder if the weather conditions this summer enhanced their colors. Or maybe it’s all just to make me happy!
A touch of fractalius
“Transition Time Again” is part of the Winter and Landscape Collections...the transition between fall and winter and between any stage in life that causes regret and heartache… Watercolour on Sennelier Not Paper.. Transition time again.. / Not quite anything, hanging in limbo.. / Temperatures drop, life frost tipped.. / Chill winds bring tears to our faces, / Bent heads, stung lips, face the onslaught. / He left with the wind, that came with the rain.. / Transition time again ...Janis Zroback /
/ “The Two” is part of the Winter collection..Watercolour on Fabriano Artistico Hot Pressed Paper.. And it all comes crashing down, / as the leaves fall. / when the barricade sets in, / and when the blinds close themselves, / that’s when the colors shift, / and feelings drift, / to a place we don’t know. / to a dream we no longer recognize, / as it screams for second and third tries. Turn around. / you won’t see me. / won’t hear me. / won’t touch me or feel me. / but I’m still there, / reaching out to you. / Is it all in vain? xXjadedjunaXx /
/ “Down Amongst The Sugar Cane” is part of the Tropics and Abstract Collections... Watercolour on Fabriano Artistico Hot Pressed Paper.. Down Amongst the Sugar Cane… / It lies hidden, secret, waiting… / Sleep ridden, quiet, pensive… / Striped.. by Janis Zroback / /
/ “The Sentinels” is part of the Winter Collection... we barricade our doors and guard our lives every day, but storms come and go regardless of locks…so we pray for the sun, and cry relief relief!! Watercolour on Fabriano Artistico Hot Pressed Paper.. / Home Page Feature Natures Wonders, Everything Winter features, plus five more…... They stand as sentinels against azure storms / Assured as most storms of life, it’s supposed / Although bared of dress, although naked as jays, / Winter’s trees umbrella from worst those / Emptied of warmth.. why stand themselves here? / None rest beneath, cold is this grayness / Determined, enduring Hail’s hiss, they stay / Limbs upturned, beg the sun from her shyness… / These brown-barked sentinels recall blue-green days before / With soft nests of down in lofty leaved reaches / Where bodies under there sparkled in prisms / When leaf-scattered-light danced on now barren benches.. / They stand as sentinels against azure storms ...Barbara Attaway / /
/ “Yesterday’s Dreams 2 is part of the series The Trees, and is the second of a set of two..Watercolour on Sennelier Paper…see part 1 Here You are my harbour / My dream of tomorrow / My promise of sunshine / My shield from the storm / My sweet companion / We’ ll journey together / And not be defeated / By yesterday’s dreams
/ “Jacob is part of the Tropics collection...Watercolour on Cartiera Magnani Acrilico Paper.. Jacob came into the night, riotous with colour, proud and straight, wearing the emblem of leader…newly endowed ... Janis Z.. / / /
/ “The Two” is part of the Flower Collection...Watercolour on Sennelier Paper… You are the town and we are the clock. / We are the guardians of the gate in the rock / The Two / On your left and on your right / In the day and in the night, / We are watching you. We’re afraid in that case you’ll have a fall. / We’ve been watching you over the garden wall / For hours. / The sky is darkening like a stain / Something is going to fall like rain / And it won’t be flowers. This might happen any day / So be careful what you say / Or do. / Be clean, be tidy, oil the lock, / Trim the garden, wind the clock, / Remember the Two. W.H. Auden
/ “Maria’s Cherry” is based on the photos of Maria Medieros ...as with the other collaboratioons seen below (click on each image to go to the original page), I did my own interpretation of her Red Cherry .... Watercolour on Sennelier Not Paper…Featured in The Fringe and Live Love Dream Said to be / Red / Sweet / With seed / Once in a lifetime / Treat / Firm / Ripe / So certain / Like love / Then lost / Forever* J. Spahr Summers / / / / /
/ “Lemon Curd and Blueberry Tart” is part of the “Delicious” collection..Watercolour on Arches Not Paper… Featured in Light in the Darkness…. This new series is definitely a reflection of my particular experience… it is at once a commentary on the richness of our culture and at the same time a reflection of my daily life…food is essential to life…suffice it to say we can’t exist with out it ... Painting food has a long history and according to Kenneth Bendiner in the comprehensive “Food in Painting”, is a separate classification of Art…He “underlines the central importance of 16th century innovations in food subjects and the great influence of 17th century Dutch art in the development of food imagery”. / He explains, with examples of paintings by the likes of Rembrandt, Chardin, Manet, Warhol and many others, how “food images can be purely symbolic, surrealist, and an element in allegories…he also shows the optimistic, human centered Renaissance spirit of food painting, and the way abundance, success and fulfillment pervade this art”. “But the illusion fails, and time returns us / to noisy cities where the blue / is seen in patches, up between the roofs. / The rain exhausts the earth then; / winter’s tedium weighs the houses down, / the light turns miserly—the soul bitter. / Till one day through a half-shut gate / in a courtyard, there among the trees, / we can see the yellow of the lemons; / and the chill in the heart / melts, and deep in us / the golden horns of sunlight / pelt their songs”. excerpt…Eugenio Montale / / (Click image to link)
In his sumptuous exploration of food images (Food in Painting), Kenneth Bendiner states, that ” food for the art historian can be the one area where conscious rules and dignified ideas need not hold sway - the real urges and concerns of a painter or his society can rise to the surface. There’s a certain freedom in the margins of art - where experiments and indulgence can operate—in other words more can be learned about someone from his backyard, than from the street façade of his house.” The latest painting from the series” Delicious” is “Scone with Berries and Cream. The Berries are a type of black berry, available all year round here… Watercolour on Arches Paper…Featured in Happy Haven… I grew up in a society where tea time was sacrosanct… dashing into the house after school, at four o’clock in the afternoon straight to the table which tea was laid, was an everyday thing… the weather was hot and the tea was refreshing… after several cups, one felt at peace with the world. Clotted Cream came from England in jars or tins but my mother also whipped up a wonderful cream from the top of the milk that came straight to our home from a neighboring farm every day…dinner was much later on in the evening ... You and I are great souls. / And we come together for a time. / We meet over a cup of tea here on earth. Shall we leave our shell and join with each other? / Shall we put down our shield and armor? / What will become of us if we do? / What horrible fate awaits us if we are defenseless? Tea is a time for love and tenderness without fear. / It is a time for sharing and learning and growing. / Come now, leave the battle gear behind. / Brave with me and let’s have tea. E.Grey Watercolour on Arches Paper.. One day through a half-shut gate / in a courtyard, there among the trees, / we can see the yellow of the lemons; / and the chill in the heart / melts, and deep in us / the golden horns of sunlight / pelt their songs* The strawberry is rough like a slave’s arduous life / Vermillion, green, and fuzzy like an inscripted pathway / It tastes like the first candy bar in a child’s life / It looks like a cold soda on a hot summer day / Sounds like the Sirens decepting voice. (Click images to link) Blueberries as big as the end of your thumb, / Real sky-blue, and heavy, and ready to drum / In the cavernous pail of the first one to come! / And all ripe together, not some of them green / And some of them ripe! You ought to have seen ...
The most agreeable of autumnal fruits. /
A simple song repeated in my brain as I walked past a dimpled hillside toward a field of cotton candy faces. I sat down on a stone and wondered why the air felt stiffer to me than it seemed to be for others. The wind blew at my hair and I felt a circle of glowing steam surround me. I liked it. It was comforting. I could see others running, jumping, speaking, laughing. I knew that the blanket that covered my ache was only a temporary shield. Yet, I need it to survive at the time. For a moment. For a brief second that it took my human being to sprout from its pod of living energy and erupt from the earth toward the sun. / But it was only for a moment. / Then I shed the cloud of dust and water and debris and sediment and slime and death that had accumulated over time. / No longer a comfort. No longer a shield, but a wet blanket dragging me down. / And I grew smaller and deeper and bolder and more fearful and altogether more authentic. I didn’t like myself or life or you or anything except maybe creating my own world with art. And I nodded at the moon who laughed from behind a purple cloud at my frailty. “It’s just another blanket.” The moon said in a husky voice that sounded oddly as it smoked a great deal. / Then the sun spun from under a rock and kicked the moon in the butt and slapped me on the face with light. Pure light. / “When will it end?” I shouted in despair. / “That’s not for you to worry about. Now just do whatever it is you have to do and let me get to my work. I have a busy day with flowers to grow and skin to burn.” / I did. Not being quite sure what I was supposed to do, I went for a walk. When all else fails, just go for a hike. And all of a sudden I was glad to be alive. Though I didn’t know why. Glad is acrylic on paper. Original is 14”x22” /
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