When you see a tree you like, paint it or take a photo because life goes on and it may not be there the next time you pass by. I took this photo in September 2020. Following is the same tree in March 2021.
During the winter months our association Couleurs de Bretagne has challenges which are posted online and then composed into a youtube video. This month’s theme was Fluctuat nec mergitur, the motto of the town of Paris. This roughly means billows roll but do not submerge. Many of the other artists have painted billows and boats. I decided to do a self portrait interpretation because I have felt assailed but I will not move, I will not be submerged, I am like a tree planted by the water.
I found two Bible verses: (biblegateway.com)
Psalm 1:3 That person is like a tree planted by streams of water, which yields its fruit in season and whose leaf does not wither— whatever they do prospers.
Jeremiah 17:8 They will be like a tree planted by the water that sends out its roots by the stream. It does not fear when heat comes; its leaves are always green. It has no worries in a year of drought and never fails to bear fruit.
Oh I shall not be, I shall not be moved
I shall not be, I shall not be moved
Just like a tree that’s planted by the water
I shall not be moved.
I will not give in to the fear propagated by the system.
I will continue to work towards the garden that never fades. (RA xvi/17)
I stand firm for Good— love, peacemaking, forgiveness, spiritual intelligence free from all prejudice.
The first time I wrote about the same hollyhock:
Hopefully I will have some photos to upload soon of my seedlings which have grown and are ready to bloom.
Yesterday was the last contest of the season for Couleurs de Bretagne. It was held at Concarneau, a bit of a drive for me, 87km, and they were forecasting rain, but I went anyway. I am glad I did. It only rained a little bit on my sandwich.
Beforehand, I checked out images so as to foresee a possible subject and I had settled on a building with clock faces and bridge with water that goes out with the tide. I had in my mind “time and tide wait for no man” and when facing hunger or death man’s chin trembles, each one has just enough time to repent (from the Revelation of Arès).
I had no idea that I would learn that day of the passing of a member of the association the day before.
My chin trembles a bit, even though I have faith, because I would rather no one die. I know what the solution is and I know it will take a long time for humanity to climb from the depths to which it has fallen. The solution is what is called penitence—that is changing oneself to be Good. The means are love, peacemaking, forgiveness, freeing oneself from all prejudice, developing the heart’s intelligence.
In myself, as in my painting, I can see qualities and faults, but I will keep on working.
My chin was not trembling from hunger as I had my sandwich and then I found an ice cream shop.
The old town center of Concarneau is a walled city. Here is a view from the ramparts:
“Shout everywhere, ‘Earthly life is short; happiness is not measured in years, it is measured in eternity; every man barely has time to repent, for the regrets of the specter only add torments to its torments! Listen to the Word That I received and save yourselves!’ ” RA 36/23
“(When facing) death (and) hunger man’s tongue hangs down, his chin trembles; (but if like) the veprell he holds (to) My Lip, (he becomes) the brother, (he) drinks the Fat Water–It Which does not dry up–, (the brother) flies high (over) the grave.” RA xxii/15-16
I girded up my loins, in a manner of speaking as I actually wore olive green trousers, and participated in Couleurs de Bretagne painting contests three days running.
I had fun with Sennelier Prussian Blue ink, using it directly from the bottle with the dropper and then spraying with water.
Another one for the Rustique series, collage, on recuperated cardboard. I made some crocheted elements, had a lot of fun in spite of the wind which kept emptying my little garbage bag. You really have to be a devoted anti-litter bug to pick up scraps of paper over three times! This work won the prize in its category and will be shown at the regional finals. I came home with a bag of goodies and a sunburn on the back of my neck, sort of an Achilles heel type place, I guess.
I did a mandala, n° 50 which also happens to be 50cm square. The center is a monument in the center of the town of Guerlesquin. It was originally a prison, now a museum. Hydrangeas can be found nearby; Brittany is well known for them. The triskell and the ermine are Breton motifs. A large part of this town’s economy is based on chickens. I buy mine at the town market. Guerlesquin has a Breton horse fair so I thought there must be some Breton horses somewhere in the community. After asking and driving out to the edge of the community, I found two magnificent ones who came to the field’s entrance and more or less posed for 5 or 10 minutes. I captured what I could. The town squares are surrounded by venerable trees pruned regularly. The motifs on the lower left can be seen on the walls of the church. This work won the Sennelier prize for a different view of patrimony. They are Couleurs de Bretagne sponsors. I came home with one of their products. This work came home also, it will not be at the regionals.
My prize: a box of their renowned pastels. Look at those reds! And the blues! And I must try those greens!
This was done for a contest with Couleurs de Bretagne. I did not have time to finish it there as I would have liked but now I think it is done. At the contest I entitled it “Sans rompre le fil” because there is an unbroken thread running throughout, well, there is a start and an end… 🙂 This is collage on recuperated cardboard to which I applied a coat of gesso in preparation.
This past weekend, I participated in an outdoor painting contest three days straight.
These are called « sitting dogs » and one kind is a « nasturtium ».
Pour nos grandparents jardiniers
The two watering cans and the stone marked remembrance garden made me think of my grandmother and my father-in-law. I put some irises and pansies for them.
A man drew another man who was painting…
…painting a woman…
…who was doing the stairs…
1st prize amateur watercolour
I am sorry, I do not know the names of the other artists in order to give them credit.
For these contests we sign up in the morning, turn in our work around 3 PM. The jury chooses a winner in each category and then there is a ceremony with exhibit at 5:30. While I was hanging around the exhibit at Bodilis, waiting for the results, a man told me that I hadn’t drawn much today, and therefore I had not really done any work. He preferred what I had done at Guerlesquin. I replied that here, I had not drawn at all. I really did not expect to win the prize; there were other very skilfully done watercolours in the same category. You can see photos here: https://www.flickr.com/photos/couleursdebretagne/albums/72157683905358961/page2
These were done en plein air for a contest organized by Couleurs de Bretagne.
This one was nominated by the jury which is equivalent to being a runner-up.
This one won a prize because it was so far out of the box. The translation of the title is “This seat is not free.”
This is my entry for the contest which was held yesterday at Carantec.
In the afternoon, I did another painting, just for fun.
Work from yesterday and today.