Roses et anémones. Les fleurs joyeuses 2018

Roses et anémones. Les Fleurs Joyeuses. 2016. J.Harms. Oil on Canvas. 45.5x 54.5cm.

I paint flowers too. Rarely though I must say. Bouquets, offered for birthdays or Christmases, created by my eldest sister, an amateur florist, with a keen eye on color. The painting of flowers demands a whole other perspective, a different eye. Gone are the comfortable lines of urban landscapes, the reassuring perspective of  a countryside, the simple color spectrums. Painting flowers is like mapping a whole new continent, discovering endless new shapes and hues, and doing everything possible not to get distracted by the everchanging perspective of the living thing. You need special gear to undertake such a task. In my case, oil paint and canvas are my chosen tools.

Peonies on the grey 2015

Peonies on the grey. 2015. J.Harms. 18x24 cm. Oil on canvas board.

Peonies on the grey. 2015. J.harms. 18×24 cm. Oil on canvas board.

I am lucky to count flower lovers in my family. Vases never stay empty for long around my home. I started painting flowers to ‘wash my eyes’ in between my other paintings. Simply changing my usual medium from acrylic to oil is like visiting a new place. Oil has never been my favorite medium but the colorful pigments have a quality to them that I have not found in acrylics. Every time I prepare to paint a new bouquet, I experience something akin to pure joy.

Yellow flowers 2013

Yellow flowers. 2013. J.Harms. Oil on canvas.

Yellow flowers. 2013. Oil on canvas. 24×30 cm. J.Harms.

Nature has always been a hard thing for me to paint. A conundrum. I love watching it, but I can’t grasp the lines, I can never get the colors to vibrate. Tamed nature is as far as I’ll go. A simple bouquet is all I can do.

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