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Two Fields and a Gate, Solo show, 17thAug-mid Nov Hippo Bistro- Gallery Mortenhampstead 2025
Since lockdown I have kept many lists, of the flowers, birds and insects that have been a sound scape as I have painted. Yearly, arriving and departing.
For this series I initially had in mind the illustrations of botanist Keble Martin. I pictured his tireless search throughout the country for flowers to place in his satchel with a little water pot for nourishing their stems.
Land. Stems and Form group show October 2024 Artizan Gallery Torquay
An impermanent canvas, like a bird’s nest, a home no bigger than your hand, made of sticks, that blows away at the end of the nesting season. My paintings are my visual diaries, lists of rich undergrowth, peaty soils, and local species in wilder Dartmoor places. Oil brushed into my canvas, the ever- changing seasons of muted light and rich colour. As I paint outdoors the weather is indifferent to my need for comfort and sometimes I flounder in its arms. High summer, it is too dry, and I am a parched painter, I hear adders in the moorland grass. Deep winter it’s too windy, wet, and cold and the wild ponies have come to snuffle the apple I have stored away in my rucksack pocket, greedily overturning my painting table in their ravenous haste.
Wild Earth Newlyn School of Art Tremeneer Sculpture Gallery June 2023
The Violet Oil beetles crawl through the grasses and thousands of Orchids cover the Top Plat field.
There is a footpath in the middle of this rewilded place, a single path of human movement.
The last year I have been painting plein air in a Wild Flower meadow. The meadow is semi marsh land and as the season for flowers has progressed I have kept a record of the flowers and insects that have been a sound scape as I have painted. The Swallows arrived two weeks ago, the Marsh Fritillary, Holly Blues and Orange Tips abound.
Through my brushes and canvas, when to pause, what to explore, reflection, solitude with nature, searching for elusive balance and harmony.
I feel gratitude for the time spent in the meadow cared for by Bridgit.
Jane Hirst by Kate Reeves-Edwards
Jane Hirst is drawn to little known clutches of wilderness. This series of paintings have been in response to a wildflower meadow owned by her friend Bridgit, a poet who lives in isolation from the modern world. As she has observed this meadow throughout all the seasons of the year, she has found it to be a place of peaceful coexistence for creatures and animals. The frequent changes of wildflowers, the effect of sun or rain, make it into a space of beautiful impermanence. Beginning her process en-plein air, Hirst has known this space intimately. Working with natural materials such as oils and linseed and wood, her paintings become an extension of the natural space. The insects landing on the painted flowers, nourishing themselves on linseed oil. This series of work communicates this fragment of peace and beauty.
By Kate Reeves-Edwards
www.cultural capital arts
Since lockdown I have kept many lists, of the flowers, birds and insects that have been a sound scape as I have painted. Yearly, arriving and departing.
For this series I initially had in mind the illustrations of botanist Keble Martin. I pictured his tireless search throughout the country for flowers to place in his satchel with a little water pot for nourishing their stems.
Land. Stems and Form group show October 2024 Artizan Gallery Torquay
An impermanent canvas, like a bird’s nest, a home no bigger than your hand, made of sticks, that blows away at the end of the nesting season. My paintings are my visual diaries, lists of rich undergrowth, peaty soils, and local species in wilder Dartmoor places. Oil brushed into my canvas, the ever- changing seasons of muted light and rich colour. As I paint outdoors the weather is indifferent to my need for comfort and sometimes I flounder in its arms. High summer, it is too dry, and I am a parched painter, I hear adders in the moorland grass. Deep winter it’s too windy, wet, and cold and the wild ponies have come to snuffle the apple I have stored away in my rucksack pocket, greedily overturning my painting table in their ravenous haste.
Wild Earth Newlyn School of Art Tremeneer Sculpture Gallery June 2023
The Violet Oil beetles crawl through the grasses and thousands of Orchids cover the Top Plat field.
There is a footpath in the middle of this rewilded place, a single path of human movement.
The last year I have been painting plein air in a Wild Flower meadow. The meadow is semi marsh land and as the season for flowers has progressed I have kept a record of the flowers and insects that have been a sound scape as I have painted. The Swallows arrived two weeks ago, the Marsh Fritillary, Holly Blues and Orange Tips abound.
Through my brushes and canvas, when to pause, what to explore, reflection, solitude with nature, searching for elusive balance and harmony.
I feel gratitude for the time spent in the meadow cared for by Bridgit.
Jane Hirst by Kate Reeves-Edwards
Jane Hirst is drawn to little known clutches of wilderness. This series of paintings have been in response to a wildflower meadow owned by her friend Bridgit, a poet who lives in isolation from the modern world. As she has observed this meadow throughout all the seasons of the year, she has found it to be a place of peaceful coexistence for creatures and animals. The frequent changes of wildflowers, the effect of sun or rain, make it into a space of beautiful impermanence. Beginning her process en-plein air, Hirst has known this space intimately. Working with natural materials such as oils and linseed and wood, her paintings become an extension of the natural space. The insects landing on the painted flowers, nourishing themselves on linseed oil. This series of work communicates this fragment of peace and beauty.
By Kate Reeves-Edwards
www.cultural capital arts