Janis
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From the Series-The Trees.. Watercolour and Gouache on Paper…..imaginary landscape at the end of the day…..Janis Before I leave, almost without noticing, / before I cross the road and head toward / what I have intentionally postponed Let me stop to say a blessing for these woods: / for crows barking and squirrels scampering, / for trees and fungus and multi-colored leaves, For the way sunlight laces with shadows / through each branch and leaf of tree, / for these paths that take me in, / for these paths that lead me out.....Michael S. Glaser / /
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Chinese Brush Painting-The Inn of Happiness.. Ink and Watercolour on Rice Paper. “The Inn of Happiness” [my title] is the very first Chinese style painting I ever did, and for practice I based it on a very ancient Chinese landscape painting… / I decided I loved this style of painting and went on to compose my own imaginary scenes with a distinctive oriental flavour. / After doing just a few pieces, I had to give it up in order to concentrate on my main body of work. / This year when I found that RedBubble was the perfect arena for me to indulge in any style of painting my heart desired, I happily returned to it…. I am including “The Inn of Happiness” here as an example of adding colour to an ink painting, in illustration of the articles I have written on the subject so far…Janis Why question the fate of the dew? / The morning sun burns dew, and drowns in clouds. The holy mountain is not a palace / But an inn. / Once you, innkeeper, / Drive out desire, ignorance, hate, / What remains? Enlightenment? Affliction? Dew is your model: nothing at all. Han Shan /
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“Harvest” is part of the Potting Shed Series…. we are approaching winter, and it’s time to bring in the harvest.. 216 Views “Autumn is a good time for taking the first steps toward voluntary simplicity of lifestyle because we are generally entering from a position of strength and high energy which empowers us toward further successes. But what if the harvest had been poor or ended in failure? Such an event in life’s seasons could be a failed venture or the loss of employment. Here, we enter into involuntary simplicity. We are forced through circumstances to live with less. We could wallow in a poor me mentality, blaming others for our plight or we can seize the opportunity to begin on the journey to living gently. This journey may be rockier than that following a good harvest, but the sense of urgency is heightened. The initial path may be more painful, but the full journey is just as rewarding.Living Gently Quartely For nature, it is a time of sowing, of scattering abroad_”...Edwin Way Teale /
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“Nightfall at Loon Lake” is part of the Series Landscape…Loon lake (a local name) is in Northwestern Ontario, where my husbands family live.... Watercolour on Arches Paper….. 776 VIEWS The hauntingly beautiful sound of the loon, as I look up at the sky, / tells the mystery of my dreams, with his heart-felt cry. / The starry night above me sings, as my heart dances with a star. / With my spirit I fly with wings, and travel wide and far. / / Each night I’m filled with pleasure, as fragrance fills the air, / looking up to the stars, wishing I was there. / This is how the night time goes, the stars, the sounds, the sight, / listening to the night time rhythm, every single night. Rebecca
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/ “Tulipa is part of the Series “The Garden”. This Painting of Tulips is a mixed media work on Arches paper, with / Watercolour and Gold Leaf. Tossing turban style contours, with an aloofness as one passes by, / Utilizing every charm it possesses, under a lupin blue cloudless sky, / Like a guardsman, gallantly standing, holding up his noble head high, / In rainbow colours, brilliant and stately, a vision to surely yield a sigh, / Ponder thus upon the regal tulip, it has pure beauty, you cannot deny. Ernestine Northover
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“Hibiscus” is part of the Flower Collection. Pen and Ink Drawing done on watercolour poured on Arches Paper… / Beautiful and brief / Is your blooming above / Our late summer leaf / Sudden as descent of / White startled dove / Your wonder was sent / At dawn you were not seen / Now you’re splashed on marsh / Where only green has been / Are you butterflies / Immobilized in flight / Drifting from our skies / Frail as paper boat / Are you musical notes / Dropped on creek to float / Are you pastel dreams / And is our colored marsh / Not the grass it seems / Soon you’re borne away / Reflected in streams / Of our Piscataway / Beautiful and brief / Is your stay above / The late summer leaf..A. Ware /
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To Everything there is a Season and a Time for every Purpose under Heaven...
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/ Flambe is part of the Series “Pears”...in this series I have painted Pears in every conceivable way..this particular piece is inspired by dessert…an abstract impression of pears flambe... You will find Pears in my entire body of work and they appear over and over in every collection...I love painting them… Watercolour on Textured Arches Paper..I textured the paper with sand prior to painting… Melt butter with brown sugar in a heavy nonstick skillet over medium heat. Sauté pears and cinnamon 4-5 minutes or until pears begin to soften. Stir in lime juice and rum. When liquid starts to simmer, keeping face and body away from skillet, ignite quickly with a lit match. When flames subside, remove from heat. Serve with ice cream. /
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“Lemons on Blue Cotton” are part of the Series “Citrus and Still Life“ / 331 Views / 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. /
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“The Dunes” is part of the Seaside Series… / Watercolour on Arches….as before, old sketch from the files…gives birth to new painting… / / Sea waves are green and wet, / But up from where they die, / Rise others vaster yet, / And those are brown and dry. / They are the sea made land / To come at the fisher town, / And bury in solid sand / The men she could not drown. / She may know cove and cape, / But she does not know mankind / If by any change of shape, / She hopes to cut off mind. / Men left her a ship to sink: / They can leave her a hut as well; / And be but more free to think / For the one more cast-off shell....Robert Frost… /
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/ “Prairie Gold” is in the Landscape Series and is partnered with “Prairie Night” and “Prairie Wind”.... / / Watercolour on Arches Paper… /
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“Vista with Trees” is part of the Fall collection...see others in the Collection below.. Watercolour on Arches Paper… “There is a harmony / In autumn, and a lustre in its sky, / Which through the summer is not heard or seen, / As if it could not be, as if it had not been!” ..Percy Bysshe Shelley / / / / /
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/ “Simple Abundance… Red Pears” is part of the Simple Abundance series based on the book by Sarah Ban Breathnach, by the same name...see more from the series below… Watercolour on Arches Not Paper.. Whatever we are waiting for – peace of mind, contentment, grace, the inner awareness of simple abundance – it will surely come to us, but only when we are ready to receive it with an open and grateful heart. / Sarah Ban Breathnach.. / / / / / /
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“Yellow Moon” is part of the Winter, and Sepia (see others below) Collection….this is part of the actual town in Northern Ontario Canada, as wrtten in the lyrics, but instead of using the usual winter colours, I chose to do the whole landscape in yellow, even adding a glaze of yellow on the snow, giving the impression of a golden glow over everything…the “Dream Comfort” of a memory... / The sketch is from my files, original picture of North Western Ontario, from images for artists... Watercolour on Arches Paper…372 Views There is a town in north Ontario, / With dream comfort memory to spare, / And in my mind / I still need a place to go, / All my changes were there. / Blue, blue windows behind the stars, / Yellow moon on the rise, / Big birds flying across the sky, / Throwing shadows in our eyes. ..Neil Young Listen to Helpless Turn up the speakers…. / /
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/ “C’est L’Hiver is part of the Winter Collection, and is part 2 of “Mon Pays” (My Country)...this too is my country…Janis Watercolour on Arches Paper.. Mon pays ce n’est pas un pays, c’est l’hiver ((‘My country is not a country, it’s winter’) / Mon jardin ce n’est pas un jardin, c’est la plaine / Mon chemin ce n’est pas un chemin, c’est la neige / Mon pays ce n’est pas un pays, c’est l’hiver …Gilles Vigneault composer…. Here are three different versions of this wonderful song that epitomises Canada… Mon Pays Music..Gilles Vigneault Mon Pays Music..Carolyne Jomphe Mon Pays Music..Monique Leyrac / /
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/ My Paris is from my photo collection…candid photos from the days before digital...we took this just outside, as we soaked up the atmosphere, and dreamed of seeing Picasso walk in…. Lapin Agile is a famous Montmartre cabaret, at 22 Rue des Saules, Paris, France. / It was originally called “Cabaret des Assassins”. Tradition relates that the cabaret received this name because a band of assassins broke in and killed the owner’s son. The cabaret was more than twenty years old when, in 1875, the artist Andre Gill painted the sign that was to suggest its permanent name. It was a picture of a rabbit jumping out of a saucepan, and residents began calling their neighborhood night-club “Le Lapin à Gill”, “Gill’s rabbit”. / Over time the name evolved into “Cabaret Au Lapin Agile”, or, the Nimble Rabbit Cabaret. At the turn of the twentieth century, the Lapin Agile was a favorite spot for struggling artists and writers, including Picasso, Modigliani, Apollinaire, and Utrillo. / At the Lapin Agile By Picasso / In the celebrated work, now an icon of life in bohemian Paris at the turn of the century, Picasso depicts himself dressed as a Harlequin, accompanied by Germaine Pichot. Frédé, the owner of the cabaret Le Lapin Agile, strums his guitar in the background. Picasso’s great friend Casagemas committed suicide in 1901 because his love for Pichot had not been returned. This picture was painted four years later. / Photo of the Lapin Agile in 1872
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by Janis Zroback/ “9” is the first of a new series called “Pure Abstraction”...the title refers to the number of triangles that are apparent to the eye at first glance… all my Still Life paintings are made up of triangles and it appears that my subconscious is at work here as well, as I did not consciously plan the shapes or the number in advance…I always let paintings evolve as they will, using materials that come to hand…you can call it automatic painting, but there is no doubt there is real significance to what emerges in the end... Nine is a very significant number, and references to it occurs in mythology, the occult, the Bible, to name a few, and in mathematical science it possesses properties and powers which are found in no other number….it is the number of finality or judgement There are many layers to the painting, which evolved, as I said, almost from a subconscious need to express myself in this particular way…I think here the viewer becomes very significant in that it allows a diiferent dialogue each time the painting is seen…an abstract work engages the viewer in ways that are totally different from any other genre... Inks, Pastels, Watercolour, and Acrylic on Masonite.
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/ Doubt is the lock, / Faith is the key. / Hate is the lock, / Love is the key. / Body is the lock, / Soul is the key. / Ignorance is the lock, / Light is the key. Sri Chimnoy “The Key is dedicated to Catherine, who told me she loves them“ Acrylic on Masonite….slighty surreal and semi-abstract this time, as a Key can mean so many different things… / The Red Doorknob / Door #6 / Door#5 / Door #4 / Door#3 / Door #2 / Door #1
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Visiting and dreaming / Are the realities of the hope-world. / Crying and obtaining / Are the realities of the prayer-world. / Silencing and becoming / Are the realities of the meditation-world.Sri Chinmoy “Realities” is a collaborative work based on the wonderful photography of Eric Thom, but also includes my Clematis prints…see links below…although Eric’s photos are images of doors and windows of buildings, I saw them as more than that…I decided to create a collage of transfer prints to give the illusion of the interior of a place of worship, with light pouring in on those who come to meditate…..the large shape on the right is symbolic of all the floral tributes we make at the important events in our lives…Sri Chinmoys verse expresses all that the painting is meant to convey / / Inks and Bleach Pen on Saunders Hot Press Paper Eric Thom Advance You Really Don’t Want In Barrier To The Outside
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/ I have been intrigued with Leonard Cohen all my adult life..I own all his music and writings, and in fact studied his work in University... / This is my interpretation of “The Stranger”...a figure, part human, part landscape, faceless, featureless, with light shining right through him as if he were not really there, at one with the trees and the hills…his stance is vaguely menacing, his person anonymous…we know him and yet we don’t at the same time….even thought I knew it by heart, I listened to the song over and over while I painted…as the initial colours became darker and darker, I felt I knew The Stranger, seen him in fact…in reality I have never met anyone remotely like him, but I think many women do know him…..the lyrics tell the whole story and listening to LC brings it to life…only he knows who The Stranger really is. It’s true that all the men you knew were dealers / who said they were through with dealing / Every time you gave them shelter / I know that kind of man / It’s hard to hold the hand of anyone / who is reaching for the sky just to surrender / who is reaching for the sky just to surrender. And then sweeping up the jokers that he left behind / you find he did not leave you very much not even laughter / Like any dealer he was watching for the card / that is so high and wild / he’ll never need to deal another / He was just some Joseph looking for a manger / He was just some Joseph looking for a manger. And then leaning on your window sill / he’ll say one day you caused his will / to weaken with your love and warmth and shelter / And then taking from his wallet / an old schedule of trains, he’ll say / I told you when I came I was a stranger / I told you when I came I was a stranger. But now another stranger seems / to want you to ignore his dreams / as though they were the burden of some other / O you’ve seen that man before / his golden arm dispatching cards / but now it’s rusted from the elbows to the finger / And he wants to trade the game he plays for shelter / Yes he wants to trade the game he knows for shelter. Ah you hate to watch another tired man / lay down his hand / like he was giving up the holy game of poker / And while he talks his dreams to sleep / you notice there’s a highway / that is curling up like smoke above his shoulder / and suddenly you feel a little older You tell him to come in sit down / but something makes you turn around / The door is open you can’t close your shelter / You try the handle of the road / It opens do not be afraid / It’s you my love, you who are the stranger / It’s you my love, you who are the stranger. Well, I’ve been waiting, I was sure / we’d meet between the trains we’re waiting for / I think it’s time to board another / Please understand, I never had a secret chart / to get me to the heart of this / or any other matter / When he talks like this / you don’t know what he’s after / When he speaks like this, / you don’t know what he’s after. Let’s meet tomorrow if you choose / upon the shore, beneath the bridge / that they are building on some endless river / Then he leaves the platform / for the sleeping car that’s warm / You realize, he’s only advertising one more shelter / And it comes to you, he never was a stranger / And you say ok the bridge or someplace later. And then sweeping up the jokers that he left behind … / And leaning on your window sill … / I told you when I came I was a stranger. Leonard Cohen LISTEN TO THE SONG Acrylic on Canvas
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When exactly nine years had passed since this gracious being appeared to me, as I have described, it happened that on the last day of this intervening period this marvel appeared before me again, dressed in purest white, walking between two other women of distinguished bearing, both older than herself. As they walked down the street she turned her eyes toward me where I stood in fear and trembling, and with her ineffable courtesy, which is now rewarded in eternal life, she greeted me; and such was the virtue of her greeting that I seemed to experience the height of bliss. It was exactly the ninth hour of day when she gave me her sweet greeting. As this was the first time she had ever spoken to me, I was filled with such joy that, my senses reeling, I had to withdraw from the sight of others. So I returned to the loneliness of my room and began to think about this gracious person. Dante (La Vita Nuova III) Dante first met Beatrice when he was nine and she was a year younger…he was entranced with her, but they did not meet again until nine years later..he went home and wrote what is considered to be one of the worlds greatest romantic poems, “La Vita Nuova”... many painters have recorded their meeting on the bridge…however there is only one (presumed) portrait of her…I discovered it after I painted this and there is no resemblance.. / Dante thought her angelic…I hope you think the same of my Beatrice... Watercolour on Arches Not Paper 292 VIEWS FEATURED IN PIMT TWICE / FEATURED IN HAND DRAWN OR PAINTED ART OF HAPPINESS OR JOY / Rafaela / Autumn / Bathsheba / Katharine / Sylvia / The Riddle / Illusion / The Wish / Virtue / The Party / The Beauty / The Star / The Night / The Temptation / The Quiet / The Plea / Le Maquillage
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“Deep Blue” was inspired by the works of Sara Teasdale, one of my favourite romantic poets..she often mentions “the deep blue night” in her work and after starting this latest in the series of symbolic portraits I knew that Sara once more had influenced the outcome…the setting is the night and though there is the impression of dense tropics, the cool deep blues convey a feeling of winter…the cry “is there no peace on earth” is reflected in the haunted eyes of her face…the frigidity of a “wind blowing through (the) soul” is reflected in the movement of the foliage where she appears to be entrapped, pleading for release, yet longing to stay.. A wind is blowing over my soul, / I hear it cry the whole night through— / Is there no peace for me on earth / Except with you? Alas, the wind has made me wise, / Over my naked soul it blew,— / There is no peace for me on earth / Even with you. Sara Teasdale Inspired by the works of Sara Teasdale…Watercolour on Arches Rough Paper / Lost
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The fire upon the hearth is low, / And there is stillness everywhere..Eugene Field An Exploration in Chiaroscuro…Watermedia on Arches Not Paper FEATURED IN JUST WATERCOLOURS
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Honied yellow dripping gold, / Leaf of autumn / in the cold / Dancing on / in crisp despair / Whirling on / enchanted air / Falling silently to / earthen tomb / Away from tree’s / rooted arm / Perhaps the silence / broken then / By hollow cries / of autumn grief / Synchronized with / the falling leaf S.K.Lindeman Watercolour on Arches Not Paper Here are some other fall paintings of leaves from my RB gallery / The Terrace Floor / What Lies Beneath / Harbinger 3 / Harbinger 4 / The Harbinger 2 / The Harbinger / Etched in Stone 3 / Etched in Stone 2 / Etched in Stone 1
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