The Bright Field is a series of paintings inspired by the RS Thomas poem (see below). I noticed the sun shining on a bright field with the trees dark in the foreground and thought of the poem and knew I wanted to paint it. Now every time I swim in Hampstead Ladies Pond I am reminded of the Bright Field as I look through the trees.
I started painting oil on canvas but my recent work has led me to carve images of trees into plywood, acrylic paint layered and chiseled, giving depth and texture.
The Bright Field
I have seen the sun break through to illuminate a small field for a while, and gone my way and forgotten it. But that was the pearl of great price, the one field that had treasure in it. I realise now that I must give all that I have to possess it. Life is not hurrying
on to a receding future, nor hankering after an imagined past. It is the turning aside like Moses to the miracle of the lit bush, to a brightness that seemed as transitory as your youth once, but is the eternity that awaits you.
R S Thomas
List of Paintings:
Bright Field i - Oil on Canvas
Bright Field iii - Acrylic on Wood
Morning Light i - work in progress
Morning Light i
Morning Light ii
Resonance - Acrylic on Wood
Bright Field ii - Acrylic on Wood - SOLD
Bright Field iii - Oil on Canvas - SOLD
Bright Field iv - Oil on Canvas - SOLD
Morning Light - Acrylic on Wood - SOLD
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The Isle of Iona
New York Parks
Song of the Trees
I am struck by the way trees have a magnificent presence throughout the year. They are the lungs of our city and hold a resonance – with all the noise of life their presence is like a song.
Flowers of London Town
Acrylic Paint on Fabric
“Oh what a multitude they seemed, these flowers of London Town” (Songs of Innocence, William Blake)
I regularly walk across Bunhill Fields, the ancient burial ground, where the poet William Blake lies peacefully. His ‘Songs of Innocence and Experience’ include a lament against child poverty -“The flowers of London Town’ . These ‘flowers’ are his reference to street children – a subject dear to my heart.
Walking through Bunhill Fields, I take in the changing colours of the flowers first the primroses and daffodils giving way to bluebells then the explosion of leaves on the trees – this place of death giving us a breath of life. It brings together different elements that Im interested in, especially the need for green spaces and trees as the lungs of our city.