Thursday, April 02, 2009

Signs of Spring Impressionist Painting

Signs of Spring, painting by Jan Blencowe

About This Painting: The trees are still bare but you can see the color beginning to come up in everything that is awake and beginning to grow. An interesting combination of colors merges to create the feel of a damp spring day, soft impressionist brushwork conveys the mist that hangs in the air, and a delicate yellow sky hints at the sun cloaked, but pushing to be revealed.

Media: oil

Title: Signs of Spring

Size: 8 in X 6 in (20.3 cm X 15.2 cm)

Price: $100 USD + $10 sh/h
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Landscape Fundamentals class for beginner and intermediate students

4 Mondays 6:30-8:30pm, beginning April 2oth

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Apr. 25th-26th 1-4pm

Today's Friday Follower Spotlight is shining on: Elizabeth McCrindle, Professional artist based in Ayrshire (Robert Burn's country) Scotland. Specialising in painting horses, dogs, landscapes, portraits and subjects with a sporting or country theme.I have exhibited in Galleries throughout the UK. Through that and my commissioned work I have been fortunate to have work in private and corporate collections throughout the UK and in the USA, Canada, Mexico, Hong Kong, New Zealand, Australia and Europe. I work in oils, acrylics, pastel and mixed media.

On her blog you'll find exquisitely done landscapes filled with delicate brushwork and shimmering flecks of light. Elizabeth has a Spring Exhibit opening April 4th at the Aberfeldy Gallery. If you can't make it to the UK for the exhibit check it out on-line

Since Elizabeth is fortunate enough to live in Burn's Country I thought we'd indulge in a bit of this Romantic poet's craft.

Afton Water

Flow gently, sweet Afton, among thy green braes,

Flow gently, I'll sing thee a song in thy praise;

My Mary's asleep by thy murmuring stream,

Flow gently, sweet Afton, disturb not her dream.

Thou stock-dove, whose echo resounds thro' the glen,

Ye wild whistling blackbirds in yon thorny den,

Thou green-crested lapwing, thy screaming forbear,

I charge you disturb not my slumbering fair.

How lofty, sweet Afton, thy neighbouring hills,

Far mark'd with the courses of clear winding rills;

There daily I wander as noon rises high,

My flocks and my Mary's sweet cot in my eye.

How pleasant thy banks and green valleys below,

Where wild in the woodlands the primroses blow;

There oft, as mild Ev'ning sweeps over the lea,

The sweet-scented birk shades my Mary and me.

Thy crystal stream, Afton, how lovely it glides,

And winds by the cot where my Mary resides,

How wanton thy waters her snowy feet lave,

As gathering sweet flowrets she stems thy clear wave.

Flow gently, sweet Afton, among thy green braes,

Flow gently, sweet river, the theme of my lays;

My Mary's asleep by thy murmuring stream,

Flow gently, sweet Afton, disturb not her dream

Robert Burns

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1 comment:

Elizabeth McCrindle said...

Thank you so much for your glowing comments about my Blog Jan. I do feel very blessed living in this part of the world where inspiration sits on every corner :)