A diptych of a Barn owl hunting in the twilight autumnal fields. The painting is named after a Wendell Berry poem with the same title. The notion that it is only humans that experience a sense of existential dread or worry about their future, really struck a chord with me.
The Peace of Wild Things
When despair for the world grows in me
and I wake in the night at the least sound
in fear of what my life and my children’s lives might be,
I go and lie down where the wood drake
rests in his beauty on the water, and the great heron feeds.
I come into the peace of wild things
who do not tax their lives with forethought
of grief. I come into the presence of still water.
And I feel above me the day-blind stars
waiting with their light. For a time
I rest in the grace of the world, and am free.
-Wendell Berry
Medium/size: Oil on two canvases 97x120cm (97x60cm each)
Private Collection United Kingdom
Hope is the Thing
Murmurings of Hope
Secret Garden
The Peace of Wild Things
In Aftermaths of Soft September
Murmur
Peonies and Promises
Your Perfect Chaos
Contemplation
Dancing in the Deepest Oceans
Once Upon a Time
Charms and Blues
Empath
The Beekeeper’s Daughter
Her Blue Shawl
Soft and Proud
Dreaming of the Ocean
Seeking Solace (The Quest)
Lottie the Otter
An Elusive Smile
Brian the Badger
Soaring with the Seagulls
Leaving
Raven
Unassailable Serenity
The Certainty of the Ground
