Family

IMG_9981-0.JPG One felt as if there was an enormous well behind them. Filled up with ages of memory and long, slow, steady thinking; but their surface was sparkling with the present : like sun shimmering on the outer leaves of a vast tree, or on the ripples of a very deep lake. I don’t know, but it felt as if something that grew in the ground—asleep, you might say, or just feeling itself as something between roof-tip and leaf-tip, between deep earth and sky had suddenly waked up, and was considering you with the same slow care that it had given to its own inside affairs for endless years.
J.R.R. Tolkien, The Lord of the Rings (The Lord of the Rings, #1-3)

A precious family popped in for a visit, papa, mama, 2 little babies and one within; an older child becoming independent. They are finding their way on a glorious journey. They see the hills and troughs of life – they rest in the shelter of the tree of life; they are grounded by the wisdom of their forefathers.

Acrylic on canvas, 40 x 40″.

Lionheart

‘A lion sleeps in the heart of every brave man’ – Turkish proverb.

Maybe every brave woman too?

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I would like to be braver in my blogging, even just showing up more for a start.

I’d like to be less concerned about how and what I write; whether my paintings are ‘enough’, and less worried about the quality of the photograph.

What I’d like to happen and what actually happens can be difficult to marry up, but I have found that getting ‘it’ out of my head and out into the ‘never never’, the magic can sometimes happen.

So here goes. Time to awaken my lion.

Acrylic on canvas, 51 x 76cm.