breathing out & breathing in

It felt great to be painting again after working all week on either the computer or other art projects.

I have to say that this is a subject matter and pallet that continues to entice me. November in it’s changing motion, the warm breathing out and the cold breathing in. As I was working (looking out my studio window) there were many starling murmurations, moving in continues motion, mirroring the rolling clouds but in reverse black.

Snow is on it’s way.

 November, oil/cold wax on panel, 14x30in, 2013, sold

copyright Jan Yates

A Milkweed

Anonymous as cherubs
Over the crib of God,
White seeds are floating
Out of my burst pod.
What power had I
Before I learned to yield?
Shatter me, great wind:
I shall possess the field.

Richard Wilbur

Two Voices in a Meadow

 

 sway, mixed media on found panel, 7x40in, 2013

copyright Jan Yates

kindred

Love consists in this, that two solitudes protect and touch and greet each other.
- Rainer Maria Rilke

 November,  kindred, oil /cold wax on canvas, plein air, 20x24in, 2013

copyright Jan Yates

The larks, still bravely singing, fly

In Flanders Fields the poppies blow
Between the crosses row on row,
That mark our place; and in the sky
The larks, still bravely singing, fly
Scarce heard amid the guns below.
We are the Dead. Short days ago
We lived, felt dawn, saw sunset glow,
Loved and were loved, and now we lie
In Flanders fields.
Take up our quarrel with the foe:
To you from failing hands we throw
The torch; be yours to hold it high.
If ye break faith with us who die
We shall not sleep, though poppies grow
In Flanders fields.

 In Flanders Fields
By: Lieutenant Colonel John McCrae, MD (1872-1918)
Canadian Army 

fall in to you

A warm November day enticed me to break from encaustic and hike out for some plein air.

I prefer the November 'fall' (versus October) as tree structures are more exposed with most of the leaves gone, looking like drawings in the air.
Indigo pigment is my best friend. It makes beautiful grey skies and black trunks, and when mixed with yellows, reds and violets; rich russets and quiet greens.

November, fall in to you, oil/cold wax on canvas, 24x24in, 2013, available

intuitive map making

Yes I have been working out some personal direction issues via encaustic.

The medium lends itself to this type of intuitive map making. Having faith and falling into it. Without question.

The vertical image is presented in sections with the last in full view.

 its all right  to fall, encaustic on panel, 12x50in, 2013

copyright Jan Yates, 2013

Dog Songs

… Thus, we sit, myself
thinking how grateful I am for the moon’s perfect beauty and also, oh! how rich
it is to love the world. Percy, meanwhile,
leans against me and gazes up into
my face. As though I were just as wonderful
as the perfect moon.

Mary Oliver-‘The Sweetness of Dogs” from her latest book, ‘Song Dogs’


 

Song dogs, encaustic on panel, 8x12in, so13, available

copyright Jan Yates, 2013

If You Are Holding This Book
You may not agree, you may not care, but
if you are holding this book you should know
that of all the sights I love in this world—
and there are plenty—very near the top of
the list is this one: dogs without leashes.
—Mary Oliver

November

The stripped and shapely
Maple grieves
The ghosts of her
Departed leaves.

The ground is hard,
As hard as stone.
The year is old,
The birds are flown.

And yet the world,
In its distress,
Displays a certain
Loveliness.
-   John Updike, A Child's Calendar   

 November, encaustic on panel, 6x14in, 2013