But here, here nature is the biggest thing by far, her silence is the loudest thing I hear, her weather advertises and chooses my wardrobe, her scenery is my television and I am small again – just the right size.
So now that I fit into my studio again, the paintings have begun. I'd forgotten how much I love the smell of paper and paint and the sound of a paint brush being swizzled in water as I'm drawn to a change of colour.
This one began it's story a while ago but has now finally found its way to completion.
It is a picture of a gentle melody, a song for Nature the illusionist. Never revealing her secrets of how the acts are performed she is forever changing the scene before our eyes. A beguiling mixture of composer, conductor and magician – the cast of plants, birds and animals keep her rhythm as she sings and performs her repertoire of always familiar but never the same spectacular show.
A gentle heart-song
an evensong for all
who will sleep
beneath Winters blanket
A soulful calling
of Northfilled winds
laying silent snow
and hiding small snug
creatures and
their warm lullabies
beneath