A broken stalk of rhubarb,
A glass of water,
Quaint tableware,
And voilà !
Un verre de rhubarbe. 2020
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… »
A quince tree. 2019
A quince tree. 2019. J.Harms. Acrylic on canvas. 60x73cm.
In my opinion there is no better time than winter to paint a tree.
Scots behind the window. Windows of Rye. 2019
Scots behind the window. Windows of Rye. 2019. J.Harms. Acrylic on paper. 29x39cm.
We are a week away from a vote that will undoubtedly change the United Kingdom. Whether or not it decides to stay in the E.U.
In the serie “Windows of Rye ” I used the decorated windows of that small town in Sussex to illustrate my reflections on Brexit. I didn’t visit Rye with that particular idea in mind. The windows spoke for themselves…rather loudly too.
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