"This is the first, wildest, and wisest thing I know, that the soul exists and that it is built entirely out of attentiveness."
"With an eye made quiet by the power of harmony, and the deep power of joy, we see into the life of things." ~ William Wordsworth
Monday, December 31, 2012
Well what passes through your mind in the middle of the night when you can't sleep? Last night it was the Ruralists and their paintings, which I fell in love with about four years ago when I had gone to see an exhibition in Bath. I wrote at the time, about finding their home in Wellow, wandering along the lane with Moss on a hot sunny day, at the time I wondered why none of the artists had gone up to Stoney Littleton long barrow to paint it.
Silbury mound and the owl floating in front of it first came to mind, and then I found David Inshaw's Silbury with the river Kennet and the moon and that became a favourite (£250 a print - yikes) so what else floated through? Ann Arnold's little donkey, looking more like an unicorn, in its small enclosure amongst the trees. She painted trees spectacularly, they were all fine artists, the may tree comes to mind a sparkling creamy mass that reminds you so much of the English countryside.