Into the green

— a Sunday Psalm Albrecht Dürer, Great Piece of Turf /Das große Rasenstück (watercolor), 1503.   It might not seem like a big deal. Just an unordered group of wild plants. But look again: the subject – grass & wildflowers – might look rather ordinary, but the rendering of this little piece of nature is not.  Das große Rasenstück makes us see…

Florilegium

  Or: How my love for walks, nature writing & sketching currently seems to merge in a joyful celebration of all things growing – Phacelia tanacetifolia; “purple tansy” or “fiddleneck”  It seems I am about to sketch a florilegium for myself, for the simple joy of doing it – . The florilegium – a short history In…

cloud~watching

All day I tried to paint the sky, clouds passing by. Every attempt a mistake stilted, awkward – – unreal Then I went out and looked up: And as for the first time I noticed;   the sky really doesn’t look real at all –  

The perpetual nature journal

Just the other day I was pondering upon how to combine my interest for nature; for mindlessly walking around in the world looking at things that grow, flower and wither, for discovering beauty all around – and my love for sketching. And then, almost as reply to a request, I discovered the unusual talented Lara Call Gastinger…

Sea-change

How to write about nature in a way that makes the reader feel the landscape as if she was there; wandering through it … absorbed, possessed – ? Here is Jean Sprackland: Countless times I’ve seen the shore hewn and hammered, scattered with whole tree trunks, steel pipes, oil drums, concrete fence posts, dead sheep….

Into … & out of darkness

Barry Lopez says: real beauty is so deep you have to move into darkness to understand it. I sense a truth in Lopez’ words, but at the same time I must admit I’m not able to fully comprehend the meaning of his enchanting postulat. But this is what I do know: when in darkness – look for beauty, because beauty can (strange…

This is spring

There are no unsacred places; there are only sacred places and desecrated places. — Wendell Berry To cherish what remains of the Earth and to foster its renewal is our only legitimate hope of survival. — Wendell Berry

All art, of course, is intellectual …

 … but for me, all the arts, must above all be emotional — and act upon the heart. When I speak of poetry I am not thinking of it as a genre. Poetry is an awareness of the world, a particular way of relating to reality. — ANDREI TARKOVSKY