'They Can't Cancel The Spring'
Covid Confinement, April, 2020
On my increasingly restricted wanders, Spring is rebelliously spilling out.
In quarantine defiance, David Hockney's ' words resonate: 'They Can't Cancel the Spring' .......
In quarantine defiance, David Hockney's ' words resonate: 'They Can't Cancel the Spring' .......
,STATEMENT
On the pandemic lock down in late March, like most, I felt helpless, shell shocked. Emotionally and physically trapped and tethered.
I had absolutely no control and for once there was no 'plan b'. ALL humans were affected. All of us had things in our lives cancelled. Life as we knew it was cancelled. We had no control.
As Artist David Hockney stated upon sending off a digital rendering of Daffodils from his Normandy lockdown location:
'Don't forget, They Can't Cancel The Spring'
Spring was defying the cancelled plans. Spring lived as it always had. Spring wasn't cancelled!
Hockney's statement was profound. I had control of something uncontrollable. If I could interact with Spring, I could cope with lock-down.
Onward in the daily neighbourhood wanders, I picked bits of Spring and brought her into the studio where I conversed quietly with charcoal and paint. Each painting was observed in one session and while I worked, closed buds opened as the hours left .These intimate dialogues with growth consider the healing strength of our natural world. The daily ritual of 'Springs' brought respite from an otherwise all-consuming dread of this different way of living.
On the pandemic lock down in late March, like most, I felt helpless, shell shocked. Emotionally and physically trapped and tethered.
I had absolutely no control and for once there was no 'plan b'. ALL humans were affected. All of us had things in our lives cancelled. Life as we knew it was cancelled. We had no control.
As Artist David Hockney stated upon sending off a digital rendering of Daffodils from his Normandy lockdown location:
'Don't forget, They Can't Cancel The Spring'
Spring was defying the cancelled plans. Spring lived as it always had. Spring wasn't cancelled!
Hockney's statement was profound. I had control of something uncontrollable. If I could interact with Spring, I could cope with lock-down.
Onward in the daily neighbourhood wanders, I picked bits of Spring and brought her into the studio where I conversed quietly with charcoal and paint. Each painting was observed in one session and while I worked, closed buds opened as the hours left .These intimate dialogues with growth consider the healing strength of our natural world. The daily ritual of 'Springs' brought respite from an otherwise all-consuming dread of this different way of living.
please click on each image for full dimensions. purchase info is below this gallery
|
How to Purchase:
Simply copy and paste information that is listed below the painting(s) that you would like to purchase. ie 5th April, (Forsythia) oil on waxed found panel, 6x16in, $200 Then email janyatesart@gmail.com. I will respond the same day to arrange your secure online purchase. Payment must be made within 24 hours of email confirmation and will go to the next interested buyer if it is not received. Purchases are via Interac e-transfer or Paypal. Paintings can be picked up by arrangement or I can ship them (throughout North America, UK and Europe). Shipping fees will be calculated at the time of purchase. Paintings are unframed unless stated otherwise . |
|
Palettes
|
|
|
Wayfaring
Ephemeral Graffitti
Children (& adults) need to be able to express how they/we are feeling about all of this. And reassurance that they are not alone in feelings of frustration, confusion, hope, loneliness, worry- and to be able to find ways of sharing their feelings.
Ephemeral graffiti is an alternative way to express thoughts and ideas by leaving messages and/or pictures on your driveway or front sidewalk with chalk or charcoal. Because it is outdoors, neighbours might happen upon messages on their restricted walks. It can be a safe and creative way of communicating with other neighbours. In using chalk or charcoal only, the rains make it ephemeral.