When traffic comes to a stop,
I take a picture,
Going on a job,
a week or so before confinement.
On the road. 2020
A forest of thoughts. 2020
Pansies, comes from the French word « pensées » which means « thoughts ». Imagine the number of thoughts that cross your mind every ten minutes… a veritable forest of thoughts.
May moon. 2020
The may moon is full,
Over my neigbours’ house.
Self-portrait from afar. 2020
For this yearly obligation, a reflection in the mirror of me on my « carpet studio ». On the right hand side, two paintings, François Glineur’s Portrait of VanGogh, and Noriko Aoki’s bouquet of fragrant Osmanthus. Two of the very first pieces of art I purchased, from artists that I admire.
‘It was the rainbow gave thee birth’. 2020
It was the rainbow gave thee birth,
And left thee all her lovely hues ;
( Excerpt from ‘The Kingfisher’ by W.H Davies.)
Un verre de rhubarbe. 2020
A broken stalk of rhubarb,
A glass of water,
Quaint tableware,
And voilà !
Le bourdon. 2020
Le bourdon. (The bumble bee). 2020. J.Harms. Acrylic on paper. 48×62 cm.
Confinement, introspection,
ones own garden one morning,
a bumble bee.
Fleurs attablées. Les fleurs joyeuses. 2020
Fleurs attablées. Les fleurs joyeuses. 2020. J.Harms. Acrylic on paper. 40×50 cm.
Some flowers for you.
Table fleurie. Les fleurs Joyeuses. 2020
Table fleurie. Les fleurs joyeuses *. 2020. J.Harms. Acrylic on paper. 40x50cm.
A bouquet of happy brain chemicals for you and you and you….
* « Les fleurs joyeuses » (Joyful flowers) is a subtitle I give all the bouquets I paint.
Jardin privé. 2020
Jardin privé. 2010. J.Harms. Acrylic on paper. 29x39cm.
These are unusual times.
The weather is warming,
the sun is shining,
birds are singing,
but we are all confined indoors
to prevent a virus from circulating.
In French, « Jardin privé » which literally means « Private garden » , can also mean « deprived of garden » in a more poetic sense : « de jardin privé… »
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