
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
