The summer birds have flown away. The winter birds are here to stay.

 

The west was getting out of gold,
The breath of air had died of cold,
When shoeing home across the white,
I thought I saw a bird alight.

In summer when I passed the place
I had to stop and lift my face;
A bird with an angelic gift
Was singing in it sweet and swift.

No bird was singing in it now.
A single leaf was on a bough,
And that was all there was to see
In going twice around the tree.

From my advantage on a hill
I judged that such a crystal chill
Was only adding frost to snow
As gilt to gold that wouldn't show.

A brush had left a crooked stroke
Of what was either cloud or smoke
From north to south across the blue;
A piercing little star was through. 

Looking For a Sunset Bird in Winter by Robert Frost

 Murmur, oil/aluminum/cold wax on canvas, 12x40in, copyright Jan Yates, 2013

available

night moves

It is a struggle for me to paint with oil under artificial light, however  with these #/*#%!!^ shorter days and my schedule, I have no choice. I often switch over to  encaustic at night because I am working flat and don’t have an issue with glare-but upright on the easel is an altogether different story.

I have spent more time getting the right bulbs, adjusting lights, then glare, then adjusting, then glare-however I think I've finally gotten to where it is fairly even, although I might have to glaze work when I asses it in natural  daylight.

So here is a new painting in progress-30x40in. Limited pallet-again my favourite winter combination. Not sure how far I will go with it. 

I do like making art at night as my mind is empty of daily left brain jargon and open to a myriad of possibility.

Gift of Art

Last Christmas I was fortunate to have requests for gift certificates and this season I am offering the same option. They can also be individually customized.
Art resonates on an individual level so this way your loved one will be able to select what speaks to them!

Just choose any of the artworks from my website and I will incorporate it into the gift certificate design-at no charge. Or simply select one of the two designs below. The certificate can be redeemed for either a workshop (70.) or a work of art (starting at 70).
Orders and payments can be made online. Please email: janyatesart@gmail.com

 *as well, I am shamelessly flogging my 4th annual Online Art Auction. Info is on the sidebar with a link to available works of art-thanks to those who have already made bids!

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

die in bright colour

"October is nature's funeral month.  Nature glories in death more than in life.  The month of departure is more beautiful than the month of coming - October than May.  Every green thing loves to die in bright colours."
-   Henry Ward Beecher  

It has been cold this week, and my health has not been great so no hiking to paint plein air. Instead, my brush followed the fluid changing vines through the kitchen window. 

October, oil on canvas, 20x24in, 2013, available

thankful

Be Thankful
that you don't already have everything you desire.
If you did, what would there be to look forward to?
Be thankful when you don't know something,
for it gives you the opportunity to learn.

Be thankful for the difficult times.
During those times you grow.
Be thankful for your limitations,
because they give you opportunities for improvement.
Be thankful for each new challenge,
because it will build your strength and character.

Be thankful for your mistakes.
They will teach you valuable lessons.
Be thankful when you're tired and weary,
because it means you've made a difference.

It's easy to be thankful for the good things.
A life of rich fulfillment comes to those who
are also thankful for the setbacks.
Gratitude can turn a negative into a positive.
Find a way to be thankful for your troubles,
and they can become your blessings.
-Author Unknown

It is Thanksgiving weekend in Canada, and besides being thankful for friends and family, I am thankful that I live in this country.

Thankful not to live in war. Thankful not to feel abandoned and thankful not to live in fear.

I had an enlightening conversation with someone today who put things in perspective. She knits wee dolls, known as 'Izzy's' that go to children overseas, like Africa and Afghanistan and other war-torn countries. 

Here are her words:

'I took a friend for an appointment at the Juravinski (cancer) clinic in Hamilton.  In the waiting rooms, they have baskets with yarn and needles.  Anyone can pick up a piece at any time and just knit a row or two of a square. The squares are collected by volunteers who make them into blankets for patients. I hadn't knitted in years but I thought, "Well, I could do this!"  I quickly recalled how much I enjoyed it and, on the way home, I bought some yarn and started to make simple scarves.
Then, a friend sent me a link for the Izzies. A mom whose son was in Afghanistan, made them for her soldier son - a Sargent Isfeld (not sure of the spelling) - to give to the children there. I started knitting right away and got a few friends to join me.  We couldn't get a contact to send them with soldiers but we easily found other people who were going to places like Africa and India where they visit schools and orphanages.'-Arlene

 What strikes me is the selflessness -imagining  persons in their cozy safe surroundings taking the time to create something so small yet so significant with the intent to make life a little easier for someone so far away. And each doll has it's own look and personalty, imparted by the maker, so in a sense they are sending a part of them selves to impart a smile half way around the world.

                                         Arlene's girls



And on another thankful note I am sincerly grateful to those who purchased my work during this week's studio sale, as well as coming out for studio visits! Your ongoing support is deepley appreciated.

I love it when they fight over my work!

Sale of paintings

'All the art of living lies in a fine mingling of letting go and holding on.'

Havelock Ellis

This week's  featured works are available during my studio sale. 

The image below was made a few years ago, is plein air-worked right through a few fog-filled days.

November, Letting Go, oil on canvas, 24x48in, 2010

available here

Open Studio & online Sale

 

Fall, cold wax, oil, encaustic on canvas, 24x48in, 2013, available

Happy October!

For three weeks in October I will be opening my studio doors and inviting the public in to see the tools of a working artist's trade. This open studio gives you a rare opportunity to see inside an artists' working space and talk directly about what fuels the work. 

Work can be purchased online. Sale ends October 19.

Click here to view available works

 

Alla Prima workshop this Saturday

Upcoming workshop at the Grimsby Public Art Gallery: Painting the Still Life Lively

wild bliss

This time of year my indulgence is to eat (gorge on) luscious sweet pears from the wild orchards. I feel so lucky to be able to walk out the door, meander down a path fragrant with harvest, and reach for a sun-warmed pear, biting into juicy bliss!  

The dogs and I have been frequenting one tree at a time-they take the lower branches and me, the rest. I didn’t realize just how much we were consuming until one day our first tree was bereft of pears except for the very top. I thought some deer had visited for a feast. Then it hit me- it was us! Since, we have gone through a few trees -have to ‘get’ while the ‘getting’s good!

 September, wild pears, oil on canvas, plein air,  16x20in 2013, available

encaustic, cold wax & dog tree intervention

  

'Fall'-demos from a recent encaustic and cold wax workshop:

 fall 1, encaustic & cold wax on panel, 8x10in, 2013, available

 fall 2, encaustic & cold wax on panel, 4x12in, 2013, available

Below, a few images from last Saturday's  Dog Tree intervention.

 

Prior to the installation, I made encaustic dog 'tags' containing quotes by well known persons. They were hung in the lower branches for passersby to handle and read.

and gathering materials for this embellishment could not have been easier...