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.
The may moon is full,
Over my neigbours’ house.
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,
And left thee all her lovely hues ;
( Excerpt from ‘The Kingfisher’ by W.H Davies.)
A broken stalk of rhubarb,
A glass of water,
And voilà !
Le bourdon. (The bumble bee). 2020. J.Harms. Acrylic on paper. 48×62 cm.
ones own garden one morning,
a bumble bee.
Fleurs attablées. Les fleurs joyeuses. 2020. J.Harms. Acrylic on paper. 40×50 cm.
Some flowers for you.
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. 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. J.Harms. Acrylic on canvas. 60x73cm.
In my opinion there is no better time than winter to paint a tree.