Friday, December 25, 2009

Golden Flower 1996

Your golden presence announced far out on the dunes,
In a silent language only a seeker with a hunch,
Would perhaps know the mysteries of that land,

Some would search deeper,
But you shone like a beacon,
Summoning all who were willing to be your saviour,

One would climb the grassy soft dunes,

Those pale yellow petals began to capture more brilliance,
And direct me to your stress,
What a beautiful vision finally revealed,

Those wonderful hands would save,
And coerce out this trapped sunflower from the hard soil,
Cradling it into a piece of canvas,
And knowing, "there is a new home for you now",

That team of bullies and corrupt politicians,
Selfishly taking and never giving back,
Pathing over more of Sea Island for another runway,
Their trampling and destruction on the wildflower meadows and dunes,
Would leave nothing even for the birds and insects,

Golden Flower became another well-wisher,
Displaying throughout this glorious summer in my garden now,

Sometimes one could imagine,
Its friends of the garden world,
All those magnificent flowery heads nodding in greetings,
Leaves of all shapes leaf shaking, as people would with their hands,
A mischievous gust of wind would set in motion; a group hug, or bow or curtsey,
Hydrangeas and sweet peas would talk in an impish play,
The roses and peonies in their beds fading, but still attractive,

Golden flower still stood proud and grateful,
Following the sun throughout the day,
And always turning,
To thank me for my kind gesture.

Saturday, December 19, 2009

Gold River Fall 2006

Vancouver Island in the fall of 2006, was another interesting, artistic journey. After leaving Campbell River behind we drove along the highway until we reached the small town of Gold River. Usually there were four people to each vehicle and we stopped at many of the scenic rest stops and enjoyed the views. The small river valley and falls around Gold River even in late fall was so picturesque. There were mushrooms all around us so I painted them along with the pine and cedar forests. Occasionally the sun would come through and light up the landscape. Some of the other compositions looked cooler and some had warmth; but the mushrooms always had a colourful and terrestrial quality to them.

Saturday, December 12, 2009

The Snows of Goldstream Parklands 1995

On that day,
The landscape dictated to the painters,
To see more in this land,

Distant forms and dreamy illusions materialized,
My reality and frozen thoughts,
Left the bleak flats unaltered,

The snows relentlessly fell,
And would adventually cease,
Leaving this landscape changed once more,

Are you a mere sequence of colour and change?,

Or is it upon leaving this location,
Just the atmosphere created by time,

Erase all these beautiful visuals I would proclaim!,

But never our memories,
And Art work of that day.

Saturday, December 5, 2009

First Beautiful Blossom 1990

As if the bloom would remind all,
A Spring is delightful,
The thorns dared to pierce that sensual moment,
Only a flowery lapel adornment,
Its rival,
That beautiful Nootka Rosebush,
Dressed to the height of another spring season,
I would never forget the fragrance,
So perfumed and inviting
Those sweet honeybees,
And delicate winged butterflies,
Thought so too,
Even the pastel pinks and circus of greenery,
Remains until this day,
Another memory and image so perfect.