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/ “Who Is Here” is part of the semi-abstract Collection now named The Journey...Watercolour on MDF…see the beginning of The Journey below…click on each image to see the enlarged version.. Wind and weather brought us to this place.. / The distant sound of voices whisper across the water.. / Night and Silence…who is here? / Solitude and Silence are our only companions… / How curious the light that shines on the water!! / Night and Silence..who is here? / Echo answers nothing. ..J.Zroback / / We were not certain, but we were on the way to somewhere.. / The mountains in the distance seem to hold everything in shadow.. / Where we were, was a field of poppies, but there was snow in the hedgerows.. / Beyond were fields and yet more fields, then what appeared to be a ridge of smaller hills hidden by a block of dense trees… / Behind us the lands fell away to nothingness ..J. Zroback / Winter whispered softly as we turned our way homewards… / Why is it so dark you asked, scarcely daring to breathe… / I didn’t answer, but clasped you closer to my heart, / As snowflakes hung suspended in the deep blue night ... J. Zroback / / Thou greatest Keeper of Secrets, / Most elusive, consummate Illusionist, / Riddlester non-pareil, Mazemaster, / Supreme Criptician - / From whom do You hide, / everywhere and nowhere? / For whom do You wait? / Who else? / Only the ocean can know the ocean.
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/ “Is This Elysium”, the fifth stage, is part of the semi-abstract Landscape Collection now named The Journey...Watercolour on MDF…see the beginning of The Journey below…click on each image to see the enlarged version.. Is This Elysium? / The place the gods have set aside for man to rest? / All day long the sun and moon shone together in the sky… / Here are fields as high as the house, songs play from the windows… / Gold and green and princely red mix with the daises and the corn.. / Is This Elysium? J.Zroback / / Wind and weather brought us to this place.. / The distant sound of voices whisper across the water.. / Night and Silence…who is here? / Solitude and Silence are our only companions… / How curious the light that shines on the water!! / Night and Silence..who is here? / Echo answers nothing. ..J.Zroback / / We were not certain, but we were on the way to somewhere.. / The mountains in the distance seem to hold everything in shadow.. / Where we were, was a field of poppies, but there was snow in the hedgerows.. / Beyond were fields and yet more fields, then what appeared to be a ridge of smaller hills hidden by a block of dense trees… / Behind us the lands fell away to nothingness ..J. Zroback / / Winter whispered softly as we turned our way homewards… / Why is it so dark you asked, scarcely daring to breathe… / I didn’t answer, but clasped you closer to my heart, / As snowflakes hung suspended in the deep blue night ... J. Zroback / / Thou greatest Keeper of Secrets, / Most elusive, consummate Illusionist, / Riddlester non-pareil, Mazemaster, / Supreme Criptician - / From whom do You hide, / everywhere and nowhere? / For whom do You wait? / Who else? / Only the ocean can know the ocean.
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“Sunbird” Photography & Artwork / by Holly Kempe © I am blessed to enjoy the visits of a friendly little sunbird / that flutters up against my kitchen window early in the / mornings. Flies and gnats that have gathered there are / quickly devoured giving him strength for the coming day. / Tiny wings beat so fast they appear to be just a blur of / movement through the windows glass pane. / He suddenly disappears….. just as quickly as he / appeared, he departs, onto his next serving of breakfast. / I was lucky enough to capture this little fellow in a friend’s / garden. Although not ‘my’ wee sunbird, he was just as / charming and very considerate to sit still long enough / for me to get this shot. “If I keep a green bough in my heart, / the singing bird will come.” / ~ Chinese Proverb
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/ “I am the Memory of a Moment of Happiness” is the start of a new series....this one is for Valentine’s Day….Watercolour and Mixed Media on Canvas…Based on another photo by Maria Medeiros called Aroma Musica ...Maria very generously offered her photos to me… / I did not not want to do a literal translation of Maria’s lovely photo, so I took this to a different level by freezing the music and the rosebud, in ice (painted to look so), and in time…the memory of a moment held fast in our hearts, a memory of joy or of sorrow, the lover’s gift, the wedding wreath Mixed Media on Arches Paper..featured in Out of the Blue, Impressionist Art, The Fringe and Image Writing… 1204 Views FEATURED MANY TIMES INCLUDING THE FOLLOWING GROUPS… / IMAGE WRITING. / FEATURED FEATURES. / CHALLENGE WINNER IN IMAGE WRITING AND INSPIRED ART Kahlil Gibran said of the flower… I am the daughter of the elements / With whom Winter conceived; / To whom Spring gave birth; I was / Reared in the lap of Summer and I / Slept in the bed of Autumn. But I look up high to see only the light, / And never look down to see my shadow. / This is wisdom which man must learn. K.G. /
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/ The Eye of My Eye is based on another photo by Maria Medeiros called Solemn Thoughts / I decided to reduce the image to a combination of the very essence of her Solemn Thoughts and my The Eye of My Eye, merely touching on the idea of the lilies rather than doing a strict representation of the flower…I also emphasized and enlarged the background, to make the lily float and be more atmospheric…..it’s more about the feelings engendered by the story and the image together .... perfect for Valentine’s Day .... Watercolour on Waterford paper…. By whose touch does the lily smile / And open its beauty – bud? / Whose moonlit beauty / Do I see in the lily? / Who is the Eye of my eye; / Who is the Heart of my heart? / Alas, then why do I not see Him, / His face of transcendental Beauty, / Even in my dreams? Sri Chinmoy
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/ “Jonagold 4 is part of the Portfolio Collection, which has three websites devoted to it alone…acrylic on canvas… after I had finished this one I thought of games, chess games and games of chance_ ….. This poem, which is very long, was written in 1763 and the name is pronounced ky-eé-sah. He rose, and on the cedar table plac’d / A polish’d board, with differing colours grac’d; / Squares eight times eight in equal order lie; / These bright as snow, those dark with sable dye. Caissa… The following is an excerpt from my Blog “The Journey”, which describes the process of creating this collection* ...a few samples are shown below…click on each to see the original page… Since the first of this series “Still Life with Mandarins”, emerged, I have been deliberately making the symbolic backgrounds of seasons, land, sea, sky, man, his work, etc. more and more stylized. The subject matter however, I want to keep very real. I like the fruit to look ripe and juicy, as if you could pull it right off the canvas ...... In this way I can escape falling into the trap of the painter as moralist. I still want the work to be decorative..the kind of thing I would want to, and indeed have, hanging in my own home. What’s more I would like to involve the viewer in a dialogue with the work ..... No two paintings are alike and I will make sure that they never will be. One thing they do have in common, is the very dark ebb and flow, that swirls around the subject area of the painting…..and again this will be different with each painting .... / / / / / /
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“Mysterious Kor” came out of nowhere today…I started out planning to do a winter painting, then as this scene emerged, out of the blue the title came into my head…the strange thing is that I had never heard of or read the poem before in my life…when the name popped into my head I looked it up and found it was about a city where no one lived, and is an allegory about London during the blitz…when I read the first two lines, I saw that they echo the subject of the painting... Watercolour on Arches Hot Pressed Paper…Featured in Forests and Landscape Painting The In Between, Feature Fraternity,and in many other Groups… 1663Views Not in the waste beyond the swamps and sand, / The fever-haunted forest and lagoon, / Mysterious Kor thy walls forsaken stand, / Thy lonely towers beneath the lonely moon, / Not there doth Ayesha linger, rune by rune / Spelling strange scriptures of a people banned. / The world is disenchanted; over soon / Shall Europe send her spies through all the land. Nay, not in Kor, but in whatever spot, / In town or field, or by the insatiate sea, / Men brood on buried loves, and unforgot, / Or break themselves on some divine decree, / Or would o’erleap the limits of their lot, / There, in the tombs and deathless, dwelleth SHE! Andrew Lang
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/ Like the experience of Mysterious Kor, but not so eerie, when this work was finished, I said to myself, this is on the way to Lowood…Jane poor girl, passed here…it’s one of my favourite books and I know it almost by heart, having read it repeatedly since early childhood. Watercolour with Ink on Arches Rough… “I had only been a spectator of the proceedings at Lowood; I was now to become an actor therein”... Jane Eyre..
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/ “The Valley of Mists” the sixth stage, is part of the semi-abstract Collection now named The Journey...Watercolour on Arches Rough…see the other stages of The Journey below…click on each image to see the enlarged version.. We reached the Valley of MIsts the next day…it was just as described…snow was still settled in the gullies and our shoes made no sound as we trudged over the rocky terrain…we stood for a while in silence….the quiet seemed to echo around us…no bird sang…our destination was still some ways off ...The Journey..Janis Zroback These hills, to hurt me more, / That am hurt already enough. / Having left the sea behind, / Having turned suddenly and left the shore / That I had loved beyond all words. excerpt E. St Vincent Millay Is This Elysium? / The place the gods have set aside for man to rest? / All day long the sun and moon shone together in the sky… / Here are fields as high as the house, songs play from the windows… / Gold and green and princely red mix with the daises and the corn.. / Is This Elysium? J.Zroback / / Wind and weather brought us to this place.. / The distant sound of voices whisper across the water.. / Night and Silence…who is here? / Solitude and Silence are our only companions… / How curious the light that shines on the water!! / Night and Silence..who is here? / Echo answers nothing. ..J.Zroback / / We were not certain, but we were on the way to somewhere.. / The mountains in the distance seem to hold everything in shadow.. / Where we were, was a field of poppies, but there was snow in the hedgerows.. / Beyond were fields and yet more fields, then what appeared to be a ridge of smaller hills hidden by a block of dense trees… / Behind us the lands fell away to nothingness ..J. Zroback / / Winter whispered softly as we turned our way homewards… / Why is it so dark you asked, scarcely daring to breathe… / I didn’t answer, but clasped you closer to my heart, / As snowflakes hung suspended in the deep blue night ... J. Zroback / / Thou greatest Keeper of Secrets, / Most elusive, consummate Illusionist, / Riddlester non-pareil, Mazemaster, / Supreme Criptician - / From whom do You hide, / everywhere and nowhere? / For whom do You wait? / Who else? / Only the ocean can know the ocean.
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/ “Out There” is the 7th stage of The Journey…How often have you felt it’s you alone against what’s out there? No way through that you can see…impenetrable barriers everywhere…you can’t see…you don’t even want to look…our travellers have reached such a place…there is light beyond where they are but they don’t know how to get there…the valley of peace seems further away than ever…have they lost their way? Semi-Abstract work in Watercolour on Sennelier Paper.. / You can view the other stages of the Journey, by clicking on each image below… There it lay, before me, as they had / said it would: a distance / I’d wish to cross excerpt C. Phillips / We reached the Valley of MIsts the next day…it was just as described…snow was still settled in the gullies and our shoes made no sound as we trudged over the rocky terrain…we stood for a while in silence….the quiet seemed to echo around us…no bird sang…our destination was still some ways off ...The Journey..Janis Zroback These hills, to hurt me more, / That am hurt already enough. / Having left the sea behind, / Having turned suddenly and left the shore / That I had loved beyond all words. excerpt E. St Vincent Millay / Is This Elysium? / The place the gods have set aside for man to rest? / All day long the sun and moon shone together in the sky… / Here are fields as high as the house, songs play from the windows… / Gold and green and princely red mix with the daises and the corn.. / Is This Elysium? J.Zroback / / Wind and weather brought us to this place.. / The distant sound of voices whisper across the water.. / Night and Silence…who is here? / Solitude and Silence are our only companions… / How curious the light that shines on the water!! / Night and Silence..who is here? / Echo answers nothing. ..J.Zroback / / We were not certain, but we were on the way to somewhere.. / The mountains in the distance seem to hold everything in shadow.. / Where we were, was a field of poppies, but there was snow in the hedgerows.. / Beyond were fields and yet more fields, then what appeared to be a ridge of smaller hills hidden by a block of dense trees… / Behind us the lands fell away to nothingness ..J. Zroback / / Winter whispered softly as we turned our way homewards… / Why is it so dark you asked, scarcely daring to breathe… / I didn’t answer, but clasped you closer to my heart, / As snowflakes hung suspended in the deep blue night ... J. Zroback / / Thou greatest Keeper of Secrets, / Most elusive, consummate Illusionist, / Riddlester non-pareil, Mazemaster, / Supreme Criptician - / From whom do You hide, / everywhere and nowhere? / For whom do You wait? / Who else? / Only the ocean can know the ocean.
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/ “Heaven Sent” is based on Maria Medeiros Little Red Berries ...Watercolour on Arches Rough…. / Maria very kindly offered her photos to me and these are my own interpretations of her lovely images. ..see my other collaborations with Maria below…click on each painting to view the enlarged version… Tonight, under the cold beauty / of the moon and Venus, something like hope begins, / as if times can turn, the world change course, / as if truth can speak, good men come to power, / and words have meaning again*. excerpt Gillian Clarke / /
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/ “Under The Orange Sun” is the 8th stage of The Journey. The Travellers have come to a silent and almost barren land, where the heat of the sun beat mercilessly down…where to shelter was the first order of the day. DURING this time, we had left the bright and transparent forest far behind us. We were mute with astonishment, overcome by a kind of feeling which was next door to apathy. We kept running in spite of ourselves. It was a perfect Right, which resembled one of those horrible sensations we sometimes meet with in our dreams. Instinctively we made our way towards the Central Sea, and I cannot now tell what wild thoughts passed through my mind, nor of what follies I might have been guilty, but for a very serious preoccupation which brought me back to practical life. Though I was aware that we were treading on a soil quite new to us, I, however, every now and then noticed certain aggregations of rock, the shape of which forcibly reminded me of those near the Port. This confirmed, moreover, the indications of the compass and our extraordinary and unlooked-for, as well as involuntary, return to the north of this great Central Sea. It was so like our starting point, that I could scarcely doubt the reality of our position..Journey to the Centre of the Earth… / / There it lay, before me, as they had / said it would: a distance / I’d wish to cross, / then try to, then leave / off wishing. Words like arc, / and trajectory. And push. The words / themselves over time / coming to matter / the way, in painting, color does: less, / finally, than the gesture / each stroke / memorializes. C Phillips / / We reached the Valley of MIsts the next day…it was just as described…snow was still settled in the gullies and our shoes made no sound as we trudged over the rocky terrain…we stood for a while in silence….the quiet seemed to echo around us…no bird sang…our destination was still some ways off ...The Journey..Janis Zroback These hills, to hurt me more, / That am hurt already enough. / Having left the sea behind, / Having turned suddenly and left the shore / That I had loved beyond all words. excerpt E. St Vincent Millay / Is This Elysium? / The place the gods have set aside for man to rest? / All day long the sun and moon shone together in the sky… / Here are fields as high as the house, songs play from the windows… / Gold and green and princely red mix with the daises and the corn.. / Is This Elysium? J.Zroback / / Wind and weather brought us to this place.. / The distant sound of voices whisper across the water.. / Night and Silence…who is here? / Solitude and Silence are our only companions… / How curious the light that shines on the water!! / Night and Silence..who is here? / Echo answers nothing. ..J.Zroback / / We were not certain, but we were on the way to somewhere.. / The mountains in the distance seem to hold everything in shadow.. / Where we were, was a field of poppies, but there was snow in the hedgerows.. / Beyond were fields and yet more fields, then what appeared to be a ridge of smaller hills hidden by a block of dense trees… / Behind us the lands fell away to nothingness ..J. Zroback / / Winter whispered softly as we turned our way homewards… / Why is it so dark you asked, scarcely daring to breathe… / I didn’t answer, but clasped you closer to my heart, / As snowflakes hung suspended in the deep blue night ... J. Zroback / / Thou greatest Keeper of Secrets, / Most elusive, consummate Illusionist, / Riddlester non-pareil, Mazemaster, / Supreme Criptician - / From whom do You hide, / everywhere and nowhere? / For whom do You wait? / Who else? / Only the ocean can know the ocean.
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/ This painting is another collaboration with Maria Medeiros based on her painting Happy Thanksgiving ...I painted it as a tribute to Barack Obama, in celebration of a new era ...watercolour on Sennelier Not Paper…please see my other collaborations with Maria below…to view the large images click on the paintings… Listen to George….Here comes the Sun This excerpt is from a poem to Barack…you can read the whole poem in my Journal ... The old year and the old era dead, / pushed burning out to sea / bearing the bones of heroes, tyrants, / ideologues, thieves and deceivers / in a smoke of burning money.G. Clarke. / / /
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