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| Cindy Revell |
There can be much ado about a field. As poet James Hearst says in Truth, "How the devil do I know if there are rocks in your field? Plow it and find out."
It seems to me that when you leave a place—especially that first place—you carry it with you: the sky, the soil, its rocks (plowed and unplowed), the light, the heavy, the love, and the pain.
It seems to me that art carries all this too, that interiority, acting as a kind of proxy for the told and untold stories, and ultimately a means to plow a field in one's heart.
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ReplyDeleteI agree. Nice painting!
ReplyDeleteI agree. No matter how long we have lived in Canada, and it is longer than I ever lived in the UK, there are certain things about the UK, the green fields, the hedge's, the narrow roads, I yearn for; until I get there and hate how narrow the roads are...LOL
ReplyDeleteI've traveled on those narrow roads too and well, yikes.
DeleteMe too, Gill. I miss it all.
DeleteI love that painting and thank you for introducing me to this artist.
ReplyDeleteYou're welcome. Her motto is, be your own bird. Love her.
DeleteThe art took you back and inspired you in the present.
ReplyDeleteIt did and it does.
DeleteA lovely and meaningful painting! Clearly it will bring you joy.
ReplyDeleteIt will.
DeleteCodex: It speaks to me too. Art, the great communicator, reveals and evokes, doesn't it?
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It does.
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The yellow field makes the painting cheery.
ReplyDeleteHer oil paintings are quite vibrant.
DeleteI like her work. Thank you for introducing her.
ReplyDeleteWhile most would just walk by that painting without a second thought, I love that it is special to you and provides memories of your childhood!
ReplyDeleteLike the expanse of yellow in the forefront.
ReplyDeleteMy childhood was more transient, but I did spend three years in Ohio next to a forested area I called simply "the woods" – and I absolutely carried those trees, rocks, soil, and memories with me.
ReplyDeleteI carry my childhood village with me all the time. I remember the steep hills, the lanes, the beach, the rock pools, the sea. I have no-one left there now, perhaps a few school friends, but they would be ancient like me.
ReplyDeleteThat's a great piece. I've subscribed to her newsletter after admiring her paintings on her website. Maybe someday I'll own one!
ReplyDelete...thank you for introducing me to Cindy Revell, I have bookmarked her website.
ReplyDeleteI like it, reminds me of Summer
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