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Artists who paints in oil en plein aire. Member of the three member Plein Aire Cottage Artists. Members: Mary Rose Holmes, Violetta Chandler and Helen Tilston

Saturday, April 23, 2011

Easter Blessings to All

  • Easter is a time for reflection.  A time to review our lives.  To remember our mistakes. To ask for forgiveness and most importantly to forgive those who have injured and hurt us.  It is Spring time and this brings new growth, new hope and new promises.
  • This week in reflecting on Easter, I thought of Our Blessed Mother Mary and what she went through and this is my tribute to her.  The painting is not quite finished.  

Wishing all of you the blessings of Easter and may your path be full of new life and blossoms


YOUR COMMENTS ARE TRULY WELCOMED
 

Sunday, April 3, 2011

a Childhood home in Ireland

Thinking of my late parents this week and looking at old photos and recalling memories.

My mother died in 1998, she was unwell for the final four months of her life.  I travelled frequently to Ireland during these months.  Mum had sold the farm and was residing in the village of Trim Co Meath Ireland.  Just  a short walk from her home was an incredible oasis "listed in the gardens of Ireland, Butterstream Farm.

http://www.tourismresources.ie/cht/gardens.htm

Butterstream evolved from the passionate gardening of Mr. Reynolds, a farmer. He was a friend of HRH Prince Charles. The Garden was visited by HRR Prince Charles during the early 90's.   It was part of garden tours and sold seeds from endangered species of flora.

Between breaks visiting my mother in hospital, I would take my sandwich and visit the Garden and sit and sketch and get lost in thoughts.

In going through old photos and sketch books, I found some sketches of our home in Ireland and of Butterstream Garden.  In my mind  Butterstream has merged with our home and here is the painting that resulted.


Sadly Butterstream was sold by the heirs and a housing development has replaced it.  I am saddened and perhaps there is an analogy here, the woman I loved most my mother is gone and so is Butterstream however, they have left me with treasured memories, which cannot be taken from me