Poignant Images of Indian Rocks Beach

I arise today

to sunshine

and a sky of cobalt and cerulian blue

maybe some other hues of soft lilac and pink

my paintbox is packed and

I am ready to roll

perhaps I will stroll 

dappled sunshine, shorebirds shrillingly sing, a jasmine hedge

these ingredients will certainly help me create

enough chatting, I must paint   ...Shhh!  look at this ..beach trail at Indian Rocks Beach
These sandy trails stop and start along Indian Rocks Beach and are purely magical.
Recently, we were asked by a Garden Club to conduct a walk, we, of course complied

and in showing this magical corner of the world made new discoveries too.

I only have to look out my window and I paint this vista below:-  Blissfully beautiful

Merry Christmas from Indian Rocks Beach

Wishing all my friends a Joyous Christmas
May we have peace on earth
May you and all who touch you be blessed with good health both mentally and physically

May work be plentiful for all
May there be cures discovered for cancer, parkinson's disease, ms, lou gericks and others
May illegal drugs lose their appeal and existing users be cleansed.
May those addicted to alcohol find support and healing

May our children be safe and receive good education.
This I ask in God's name

I want to take you to the Island

Save Our Coastal Cottages opened at TECO Art Gallery, 702 N Franklin St. Tampa, Florida

on November 11, 2010. Friends and supporters and the media were in attendance.

The show runs through Jan 3 - Hours are 10-5 Mon-Fri Please take in this show as we have produced some very large paintings for this event.  Left to R. Helen and Violetta

One of particular interest is a trip tych which is 3 panels which hangs vertically. One panel was painted by Violetta, one by Mary Rose and one by Helen

Pictured here are Rita and Tyler.  The painting in the background is called "I want to take you to the Island and Carve your footprints in the sand" by Helen Tilston

All Paintings are of the Gulf Coast of Florida and we hope highlight some of the beauty of our little part of the world

Helen

My favourite Irish Poet WB Yeats ..The Lake Isle of Innisfree

This painting I attribute to this beautiful poem.
Yeats spent his childhood in Sligo Ireland, just one county away from my childhood home in Galway

I WILL arise and go now, and go to Innisfree,
And a small cabin build there, of clay and wattles made:
Nine bean-rows will I have there, a hive for the honey-bee,
And live alone in the bee-loud glade.

And I shall have some peace there, for peace comes dropping slow,
Dropping from the veils of the mourning to where the cricket sings;
There midnight's all a glimmer, and noon a purple glow,
And evening full of the linnet's wings.

I will arise and go now, for always night and day
I hear lake water lapping with low sounds by the shore;
While I stand on the roadway, or on the pavement gray
I hear it in the deep heart's core

The Listeners

I have been thinking about Walter De La Mare's poem "The Listeners" a lot lately. My painting called "The Listeners" is dedicated to this my favourite poem

Is there anybody there?” said the Traveler,
Knocking on the moonlit door;
And his horse in the silence champed the grasses
Of the forest’s ferny floor.
And a bird flew up out of the turret,
Above the traveler’s head:
And he smote upon the door again a second time;
“Is there anybody there?” he said.
But no one descended to the Traveler;
No head from the leaf-fringed sill
Leaned over and looked into his gray eyes,
Where he stood perplexed and still.
But only a host of phantom listeners
That dwelt in the lone house then
Stood listening in the quiet of the moonlight
To that voice from the world of men:
Stood thronging the faint moonbeams on the dark stair
That goes down to the empty hall,
Hearkening in an air stirred and shaken
By the lonely Traveler’s call.
And he felt in his heart their strangeness,
Their stillness answering his cry,
While his horse moved, cropping the dark turf,
’Neath the starred and leafy sky;
For he suddenly smote the door, even
Louder, and lifted his head: —
“Tell them I came, and no one answered,
That I kept my word,” he said.
Never the least stir made the listeners,
Though every word he spake
Fell echoing through the shadowiness of the still house
From the one man left awake:
Aye, they heard his foot upon the stirrup,
And the sound of iron on stone,
And how the silence surged softly backward,
When the plunging hoofs were gone.I

I will sing for you

Saturday September 11, 2010

The morning was fair
I walked without a care
When from a distance I spotted the magic
a whitewashed wall
wearing a necklace of
bougainvillia

Birthday Celebrations -

Enjoyed my birthday this week. Had a wonderful day. I joined my art partners, Mary Rose and Violetta and we painted on St. Armand's Circle in beautiful Sarasota.

A photographer from one of the local papers took this picture, which captured the essence of this beautiful day. My painting is called "Lunch Date"

Our Blessed Mother

All who know me know my first love is "plein aire painting". As a member of a 3 person group callled www.pleinairecottageartists.com I spend a large portion of my life outdoors.

The beautiful summer weather I love and when the heat gets too much to bear, my air-conditioned studio beckons.

Spiritual paintings are also a passion.

This painting of Our Lady of Sorrows has my late sister (Philomena Glynn Doyle) as the model. Like Our Lady my sister was a humble, gracious, kind, beautiful, thoughtful, intelligent, passionate, fair and unselfish, always wishing the best to everyone.

St Nick's Historic Street in Toronto and poor city planning

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=V7OGQpmrQ9A&feature=related

This poem and painting were created to support "Save St. Nick's". This picturesque, historical, charming and many say 'sacred' street comprises of a row of beautiful historical cottages which adorn a red brick street in downtown Toronto. In the 1980's architects developed the property across the road from these beauties and the kind, talented, thoughtful archtiects decided to create a mirror image of the homes.

Fast forward to 2009 and greedy city planners, under the guidance of Kyle Rae have decided to allow a 6 story beautiful historical building (formerly the Jesuits) to be destroyed and to put in its place a faceless, glass condo to the height of 29 stories. Sadly the new building will overshadow and diminish the charm of this street.

More than 80 concerned citizens attended this meeting at City Hall and stated our objections and offered what we felt were solutions.

Sadly, Counsellor Kyle Rae has made up his mind to grant the builder permission to build and this was very clear that this decision was made prior to our meeting.

What saddened the 80 concerned citizens was the lack of respect for our time and for wasting a morning. 80 persons times 4 hours. =320 hrs of lost time.
I have uploaded my painting of St. Nicks street and the accompanying poem

Youghal Ireland

A store on Main Street, Youghal

Our View from the breakfast room

Our Living Room - tall ceilings, waterford crystal custom chandelier

Painting from the Old Monastery is an absolute pleasure. I feel I could spend one month here and still have new vistas. The town of Youghal (pronounced Yawl) has many wonderful restaurants. Ahern's seafood chowder is the best I have tasted. Ballymaloe Cooking school is about 20 miles away and lunch there is delicious - organic dishes cooked under the watchful eye of Darina Allen.

Hello from Youghal Ireland

Enjoying visiting family and painting in Youghal Co Cork Ireland. My home for this week is a villa, formerly a monastry, which has been converted. Location on the mouth of a wide river which feeds into the Irish Sea - wonderful ocean going traffic watching. Painting and enjoying the sunshine

Fox TV - Indian Rocks Beach

This short documentary is currently running on Fox TV -
My art partners, Violetta, Mary Rose and I had a fun day with the Fox Film Crew.
It is magical to work with such professionals.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=VK-MWjRBObU

Painting and Bespoke Paintings

Of late so many people have wanted me to paint vista which have special meaning to them. I love to paint and while many subjects catch my eye, few capture my heart.

I am thrilled to paint commissions

Helen Tilston Painter

It is a blustery morning, here on the Gulf of Mexico. As I write the palm tree is swaying in the wind, to and fro. It reminds me of a dancer who has three drinks, drifting east, drifting west. Sunrise this morning was a ball of orange fire. Today I am going to take my french easel outside and paint.


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Thanks and have a wonderful weekend