
Crowded window. 2020. J.Harms. Acrylic on paper. 29x39cm.
Once again,
Behind the window,
Confined.
Crowded window. 2020. J.Harms. Acrylic on paper. 29x39cm.
Once again,
Behind the window,
Confined.
A corner of the street that I know best,
The melting pine,
My neighborhood.
Butter chicken for lunch,
A digestive stroll in the Parc des Buttes-Chaumont in Paris,
Sunday with sis.
When traffic comes to a stop,
I take a picture,
Going on a job,
a week or so before confinement.
The may moon is full,
Over my neigbours’ house.
Le bourdon. (The bumble bee). 2020. J.Harms. Acrylic on paper. 48×62 cm.
Confinement, introspection,
ones own garden one morning,
a bumble bee.
A quince tree. 2019. J.Harms. Acrylic on canvas. 60x73cm.
In my opinion there is no better time than winter to paint a tree.
The Gate . 2019. J.Harms. Acrylic on canvas. 22x27cm.
Taking a small break from my « Windows of Rye Serie ».
There are two parts to Rye, the one built within the fortifications, the more historical side, with its church, castle and cemetery, and the one built outside of the fortifications, the more contemporary side, with its supermarket and train station.
The ultimate purpose of a door, I believe, is to warn of a coming change. Those that decide to walk through the door, are somehow informed that their perspective is going to change.
If one crosses a door and then turns around, their grasp of a place, might totally differ from what they previously thought they knew. They might find themselves in an other reality.
The yellow window. 2019. J.Harms. Acrylic on Canvas 46x55cm
Another « window of Rye » and behind it, a glorious shade of yellow, it simply caught my eye, as well as the tree that looks as if it’s embracing or protecting this fragile source of light.
This house looks joyful and warm, even though it sits right outside of the cemetery.
Two point of views. Windows of Rye. 2019. J.Harms. Acrylic on canvas. 38×46 cm.
This is the second painting from the Windows of Rye serie. Earlier this year, a couple of weeks before the first Brexit-date was suppose to take place, I visited the medieval city of Rye in the South of England, not far from Hastings. At first, I was interested in painting the different layers of the city. I spent quite a lot of time taking pictures of the streets from all sorts of angles. It was on the third and last day of my visit that I realised that the windows had a story to tell.
Although they belong to the same building, two windows show opposite views. There is also a back way for those ready to jump over the wall.