Melody Art
Melody Art
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I am often asked about my inspiration; It is life, truth, people and nature in all
its vibrant variety. To really portray my inspiration it is best, I feel to say a
bit about my day.
The day starts with a cup of tea brought to me by my lovely husband David. I then
read my very tattered Bible,
which gives me fresh inspiration, and beautiful descriptions
on many levels……
When I ‘m ready, I take Prego, our collie for a walk around Tichbourne…. This beautiful
countryside inspires me to paint and write poetry…here is one of my personal favourites.
Whence I came upon a grove, upon a halting light.
The sun did nestle, hallowing, a tender dove in flight.
The blessed dew by the breath of dawn, daisies mirroring the sunlight born.
Trees and trunks murmur poppies sway,
blackbirds and finches chatter, worms contentedly play.
A spontaneous flow of nature softens my eye, and I understand….. the reason why.
My mind is constantly active, with images and ideas about my work, I have so many
paintings to paint,
I wonder which will be painted and which will remain simply ideas.
To work....
If I am going into the studio, I wrap up warm in winter, or open the big windows
in summer. I love painting in my studio, with the old beams, lovely smell and my
paintings around me. I am very privileged, yet it is bitter sweet when I say cheerio
to a painting. However, I have made really special friendships through my work,
it’s so personal to share a painting, it belongs in a way to us both, and others
who have inspired it.
Pictures make stories.... an old car, a person with character, the sun dancing
on the sea, a landscape or a piece of writing. Whatever it is has to move me,
move me to remember. It is then I can paint with feeling.
It may be quite a time before the picture has become really clear enough to paint
or finish.....I’m not in a hurry, sometimes paintings are there, just beneath the
surface, others take years. Like this one I hope will be finished .
A regal red carpet
The tramp stands tall arrogant and proud, in rags carefully planned .
His beard is long, matted and grey, yet manliness is portrayed.
This tramp holds many a tale, tis true I ‘m sure, for carrying with pride; his head
held high is a regal red carpet on which he is to lie.
The night is cold icy and crisp yet diligently he has found a good nest.
A lucky find, a nifty theft maybe? However he befell his good fortune on this creepy
cold night with its lingering mist, the regal red carpet was surely a gift ..And
bet he thanks God tonight.
Thank you for taking an interest in my work. I hope the subjects inspire your day….
As they inspired mine.
