Janis
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Janis Zroback
Canada
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Janie Oliver
United States
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Janys Hyde
Italy
791 creative works found
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Blue Night is part of the Series “The Trees” along with November Light, and Chintz Night. Watercolour on Paper… Oh in the deep blue night / The fountain sang alone; / It sang to the drowsy heart / Of a satyr carved in stone. Excerpt…Sara Teasdale / /
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/ From the Series-The Trees-Autumn... Watercolour on Hot Pressed Arches…. 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...John Keats.
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/ “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 / /
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You may have seen this already. I didn’t feel it was very ‘sjem’ so had it elsewhere, I’ve been convinced otherwise … /
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/ The first in a Series of Oriental Paintings….mean’t to soothe the soul and rest the heart...Daocheng in the mountains of China… Ink and Watercolour on Rice Paper Fefatured on the Home Page 27/5/09 Foamy tides, like snow-drifts, lingering; / A battalion of plum trees silently blooming; / A bottle of wine / And a fishing line; / Who in this world is my equal? The oar rips apart the spring water / On which the leaf-like boat is floating. / A tiny hook dangles / At the end of a silk cord. The islet is covered with blossoms / And my jug is full of wine. / Upon these thousand acres of waves there is freedom...Li Yu Ci /
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/ “The Potting Shed” is the first of a Series by the same name... Gouache and Watercolour on grey St Armand Linen Paper… We’re planting this coming long weekend, so the pots will be taken out of their winter nest of burlap, and brought into the warmth of the spring sunshine.... May and June. Soft syllables, gentle names for the two best months / in the garden year: cool, misty mornings gently burned away with a / warming spring sun, followed by breezy afternoons and chilly nights. / The discussion of philosophy is over; it’s time for work to begin.....Peter Loewer
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The future is always beginning now. Mark Strand
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/ “Fandango” is part of the new Collection “Tropics”.. the coconut tree in hot colours, temperature and mood, close-up…inspired by the Latin Dance the Fandango, with music by the Gypsy Kings… Watercolour on Fabriano Artistico Hot Pressed Paper… Dance a light fandango / Take me ‘round and ‘round / Dance a light fandango / Never let me down Steve Miller Band Gypsy KIngs Baila Me (I danced) / Fandango (The Dance).. /
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/ The second in a Series of Oriental Work....I hope you’re enjoying this change of pace….Daocheng in the mountains of China… Ink and Gouache on Rice Paper…. Featured on the Home Page May 2008 Asleep in spring I did not heed the dawn / Till the birds broke out singing everywhere. / Last night, in the clamour of wind and rain, / How many flowers have fallen / do you suppose?...Meng Haroan
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/ The Nothing That Is” is part of the Winter collection…this is a complicated thought…Winter is indeed something, as we know here in the North…most people would say that Winter is white, but in the city we have the reflections of all the colour in the buildings and lights that the snow reflects…but most of all the joys of winter, I think, should be portrayed in brilliant colour…the stark white of the birches pop against the blues and purples, and there is a little green and gold to remind us that the earth is still alive underneath. / In the face of all that winter is, Man himself becomes “Nothing” and “Beholds Nothing that is not there, and sees the Nothing that is”... Watercolour on Arches Paper…. One must have a mind of winter / To regard the frost and the boughs / Of the pine-trees crusted with snow / And have been cold a long time, / To behold the junipers shagged with ice, / The spruces rough in the distant glitter / Of the January sun; and not to think / Of any misery in the sound of the wind, / In the sound of a few leaves, / Which is the sound of the land / Full of the same wind / That is blowing in the same bare place. / For the listener, who listens in the snow, / And, nothing himself, beholds / Nothing that is not there and the nothing that is ..Wallace Stevens / /
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/ “Hibiscus Morning” is part of the Tropics Collection...mornings on the island, the Hibiscus opens early…breakfast on the terrace with the warmth of the sun, feels so luxurious with all the blossoms cascading down, in their multitudinous shades of brilliant colour ... Watercolour on Arches Hot Pressed Paper… Sequestered in their wiry pods, / the hibiscus opened last night after a long silence. / While we mimicked stones in our shared bed, / the big lusty blooms burst into being, / half-human and full as the moon. We practice avoidance this morning; / a marriage of papery faces nods in the sun / ox-blood, pearl and the pink-throated one, / their enviable tongues already discovered by the bees. J. Wallace /
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/ “Winter Walk” is part of the Series “The Trees”, and is a reflection of Canadian winter in Ontario… Watercolour on Arches Paper…. “There is nothing here except the constant, looping clicks and caws of birds, lost in trees erased by white. / My sight condensed by each fresh, foggy breath, a hanging depth my head sinks through. / Nothing here but mulching steps, the soft snap of twigs long soaking, the sticky sound of car tire on wet road. / I am drenched by a sudden gang-up of water, a brief yawn of thunder far away. / There is nothing here and I am all wet.” ….John Goss. “Fog” / /
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/ “Moondance”is in the Landscape collection...it is a new painting based on a winter scene I had posted earlier… Watercolour on Arches Paper… Well, its a marvelous night for a moondance / With the stars up above in your eyes / A fantabulous night to make romance / ‘neath the cover of October skies / And all the leaves on the trees are falling / To the sound of the breezes that blow / And I’m trying to please to the calling / Of your heart-strings that play soft and low / And all the nights magic seems to whisper and hush / And all the soft moonlight seems to shine in your blush Michael Buble Music / / Well, I wanna make love to you tonight / I can’t wait ‘til the morning has come / And I know that the time is just right / And straight into my arms you will run / And when you come my heart will be waiting / To make sure that you’re never alone / There and then all my dreams will come true, dear / There and then I will make you my own / And every time I touch you, you just tremble inside / And I know how much you want me that you can’t hide. ..Van Morrison
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/ I find the patina of age very intriguing and exciting to recreate in paint…I always have cuts of MDF and Masonite primed with gesso waiting in the wings, ready for when inspiration hits me…lately I’ve been preoccupied with doors and things to do with doors….I made this door old…very old…it has withstood the test of time and all kinds of weather and has been painted many times, attesting to a tale of many owners…lately someone dressed it with a shiny new red door knob…why? if it could talk it would tell many stories.... Watercolour on Gessoed Masonite “Too little has been said of the door / It’s one face turned to the night’s downpour / It’s other to the shift and glisten of firelight”...excerpt Charles Tomlinson / Door #6 / Door#5 / Door #4 / Door#3 / Door #2 / Door #1
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/ “In the Summertime” is part of the Series “The Trees” and is partnered with “Blue Night” and “Chintz Night”.... It’s the end of July, but my thoughts are turning to fall and starting to prepare for it…this is the first of my fall paintings, but still reminiscent of summer sunshine… / / Watercolour on Arches Paper.. “The last of Summer is Delight / Deterred by Retrospect. / ‘Tis Ecstasy’s revealed Review / Enchantment’s Syndicate. / To meet it—nameless as it is, / Without celestial Mail.. / Audacious as without a Knock / To walk within the Veil....Emily Dickenson /
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/ “Coneflower” is part of the Flower Series.. / / Watercolour on Arches Hot Press Paper.. / / The flower is the poetry of reproduction. It is an example of the eternal seductiveness of life.* ~Jean Giraudoux
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/ A new addtion to the Still Life series, “Still Life with Old Dandelion Stencil and Terracotta Pots” pays tribute to the lovely art of stenciling that experienced a resurgence in the 80s then got overexposed and trite…well know in Europe for centuries, in North America itinerant stencillors made a good living going from town to town with their tools…evidence of their beautiful work still remains today and is shown in museums around the world... / I chose to infuse this painting with the flavour of an old garden room, where the plaster has fallen off and the single stencil though greatly worn with age still looks beautiful…the terracotta pots which are so delightful to paint, add to the feeling of age…I have a number of these ancient pots, and though they are still under wraps right now, I know them so well I think I can reproduce them in my sleep... Watercolour on Saunders Waterford Rough Paper… Art is long and time is fleeting… / Lives of great men all remind us / We can make our lives sublime, / And, departing, leave behind us / Footprints on the sands of time. Longfellow… / Still Life with Wellingtons / The Sap Bucket
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/ The third in the Series of Oriental Paintings.....set in the Mountains of China… It’s the end of the day, and the catch has been good….I’m almost home….I stop to rest near the temple…the sound of the bell echoes across the water. Janis Ink and Watercolour on Rice Paper. Lofting sail a thousand miles / I could not find a famous mountain. / I moor my boat outside Hsuan-yang / to gaze at last at Hsiang-lu peak. / Once I read the master monk. / He walked outside this world of dust. / Now his Tung-lin hut lies near; / through evening sun I hear a bell. Meng Haoran
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/ “Segmented is part of the Portfolio Collection...a metaphor for the stages of life…Acrylic on Canvas… Dreams broken to pieces on sharp jagged rocks of life / Thoughts sometimes restored, sometimes gone missing, life / Friends now close, swept away on a tidal wave of life / Hope crushed by words, restored by a smile, renewed life / Family for some there, for others gone, a lonely life / Faith missing in action, now found, renewed hope, life / Dreams, thoughts, friends, hope, family, faith / Pieces of life, pieces of you, pieces of me, life in pieces. L. E. Truitt / / / / / / /
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/ “Still Life with Wellingtons” is another of my larger works that I promised to start adding to my RB gallery…just finished today, it has all the components of my favourite style of painting; lots of texture, trompe l’oeil, and a touch of surrealism in the subject matter…the shiny boots contrast nicely with the rough wood and the rusty nail….it will fit in perfectly with the Spring Fever collection, but really belongs with the Portfolio collection…the whole is totally imagined…I created the wood panel as I went along and it was such fun, I had to restrain myself from adding more knots…I found Elizabeth Bishop’s words to be truly an inspiring accompaniment to the painting”... Watercolour on Saunders Waterford Rough paper… “It was cold and windy, scarcely the day / to take a walk on that long beach / Everything was withdrawn as far as possible, / indrawn: the tide far out, the ocean shrunken, / seabirds in ones or twos. / The rackety, icy, offshore wind / numbed our faces on one side; / disrupted the formation / of a lone flight of Canada geese; / and blew back the low, inaudible rollers / in upright, steely mist.” Elizabeth Bishop, The End of March / The Sap Bucket
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/ “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 /
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Redheaded musicians throughout history…. here is a closer look at some of the work…. More zomboy shirts here: /
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/ “Yesterday” is part of the Fall Landscape Collection...the song “Yesterday” is one of my favourites and was the inspiration for this painting….my interpretation is not a literal one, but more about the feelings that the lyrics may engender….the song is so inspiring, and as fall is drifting away from us the first thng that came to my mind was that longing for it to last a little longer…the colours I instinctively chose were a blending of the fires of autumn and the cooler blues of winter…as it’s a memory, the image has been softened…..winter has come, frost is on the branches, and we reminisce about the beautiful autumn days that are no longer here... / “Yesterday” is not for mourning, but for looking back at it’s joys, and looking forward to more…..it may be the winter of our lives or the end of a romance, but we all dream of...Yesterday... Watercolour on Arches Paper… Yesterday, Yesterday, / Days I knew as happy sweet sequestered days. / Golden days, golden days, / Days of mad romance and love.. / Joys were mine to take, / Joys were mine to give. / Free and gaily flaming life, / was mine to live. / Sad am I, glad am I, / For today I’m dreaming of, / Yesterday..Jerome Kern For Irene Dunne fans… listen to her lovely, heartfelt, interpretation of Yesterday /
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/ “Nothing Gold can Stay” is part of the Landscape and Skyscape Series...see other Skyscapes and Landscapes, from the Series below... Watercolour on Arches Not 300lb Paper… Nature’s first green is gold, / Her hardest hue to hold. / Her early leaf’s a flower; / But only so an hour. / Then leaf subsides to leaf. / So Eden sank to grief, / So dawn goes down to day. / Nothing gold can stay....Robert Frost Nothing Gold can Stay Music… “Nothing Gold Can Stay” is one of Robert Frost’s most famous poems. Written in 1923, this poem was published in The Yale Review in October of that year. Some say the poem helped Frost to win a Pulitzer Prize. Only eight lines long, this poem is still considered one of Frost’s best. “Nothing Gold Can Stay” is also featured in the novel The Outsiders by S.E. Hinton and its film adaptation. The American rock band New Found Glory also used the title for their album of the same name...Wiki… Nothing Gold Can Stay” explicitly describes identical moments in three temporal cycles: the daily, the yearly, and the mythic. In each case the poem depicts the moment when the promise of perfection declines into something lesser. Gold unabashedly becomes a symbol–a very traditional one–for the highest value and most radiant beauty. Spring, dawn, and Eden are each a sort of Golden Age, an impermanent paradise. / What lies ahead is never stated overtly, but it is inarguably present by implication. Day is inevitably followed by night. Summer is succeeded by fall and winter. The green leaf eventually turns brown and decays. The loss of Eden gave Adam and Eve mortality. Human youth, by implication, is followed by maturity, old age, and ultimately death. The golden moment, therefore, is all the more precious because it is transitory. By focusing on a single moment, Frost evokes an entire day, year, lifetime, and human history...Dana Gioia. / / / / /
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