Showing posts with label THE QUIET GARDEN. Show all posts
Showing posts with label THE QUIET GARDEN. Show all posts

Saturday, October 16, 2021

Babylonica

 



In The Quiet Garden, they sat silently in the solitude they found under the weeping willow tree, Babylonica.

Oil on wood painting of a little ghost and his cat for Ghostober Day #17 Art Challenge on Instagram 

 - "Garden"

Monday, October 12, 2020

DORMIR SOUS UN CYPRES

"Dormir sous un cyprรจs, or “to sleep under a cypress” means to be dead."



I left it for dead.

When I was inspired to paint The Quiet Garden, it was after I had come upon a beautiful garden behind The Saint John the Baptist Anglican Church in Richmond, Ontario, next to the church graveyard. But, I failed in capturing the serene landscape of The Quiet Garden and tossed the painting into the woodpile.

Sometimes, what I have in mind does not always turn out the way I conceive it in my mind. Now, I have arrived where the road leads to though not so sure how to go on. I will need to give it some thought before I make my next brush stroke.




THE ROAD NOT TAKEN


Two roads diverged in a yellow wood,
And sorry I could not travel both
And be one traveler, long I stood
And looked down one as far as I could
To where it bent in the undergrowth;


Then took the other, as just as fair,
And having perhaps the better claim,
Because it was grassy and wanted wear;
Though as for that the passing there
Had worn them really about the same,


And both that morning equally lay
In leaves no step had trodden black.
Oh, I kept the first for another day!
Yet knowing how way leads on to way,
I doubted if I should ever come back.


I shall be telling this with a sigh
Somewhere ages and ages hence:
Two roads diverged in a wood, and I—
I took the one less traveled by,
And that has made all the difference.


~Robert Frost

Monday, September 7, 2020

THE QUIET GARDEN ~ OIL PAINTING ON WOOD PLANK WIP ๐Ÿ–ผ


Abandoned and forgotten, this painting I started in April may yet see life.
I almost burned it on a few bonfire nights but, it somehow escaped.
And then, looking at the rough sketches of the painting, I took another look at the wood plank and was intrigued by the light and shading of the colors breaking through the Cyprus trees. I think it might be worth my time to finish what I started.




The Quiet Garden ~ Oil on wood plank WIP ๐Ÿ–ผ


Where did I get the inspiration for this painting? 


The Quiet Garden at The Saint John the Baptist Anglican Church in Richmond, Ontario. 


In times past, when my daughter was in school, Grace, our golden and I would go to Richmond, take a long walk in the park by the river until M finished her class.
Then, one day, Grace and I came across The Quiet Garden next to a beautiful cemetery behind the Anglican church.
The garden became our special place to retreat to after a long walk, Grace and I taking a little rest before picking up M.
These days, I don't go there often, but when I do, I see the golden girl sitting next to me by the garden bench. ๐Ÿ˜ข๐Ÿฆฎ


"Today" ~ Mary Oliver


Today I’m flying low and I’m
not saying a word
I’m letting all the voodoos of ambition sleep.
The world goes on as it must,
the bees in the garden rumbling a little,
the fish leaping, the gnats getting eaten.
And so forth.
But I’m taking the day off.
Quiet as a feather.
I hardly move though really I’m traveling
a terrific distance.
Stillness. One of the doors
into the temple.

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