Stars are a common feature in my artwork and this latest painting is another addition to my collection of night based offerings. I find it interesting to look at the common themes in other artist’s work and wonder if they were conscious of these leitmotifs as they created specific works. Or, as it happens with me, they bubbled out of a deeper place and it’s only in looking back over a body of work that the pattern is obvious.
Stars got tangled in her hair whenever she played in the sky.
We have large windows in our home and sometimes on a warm summer night we open them up fully and sit and enjoy the spectrum of stars. Somehow this usually leads to deep conversations and wonderings about the more meaningful things in life. Stargazing has a way of lifting your mind away from all the little details of day to day living to consider what is truly significant.
Seeing the stars makes me dream.
Vincent Van Gogh
On other nights when the sky is clear I’ll wander out to the back garden, where the deep darkness of the adjoining woods makes the starlight appear even more vibrant. The occasional owl call or swish of a tiny bat flying by seems to enhance the silence rather than distract from it.
She had a passionate longing for the garden, the darkness, the pure sky, the stars.
I suppose that I have come to associate gazing at the stars with stillness and perspective, as well as maintaining a sense of wonder in this world. Your life is so short, they seem to whisper, do not waste it on what doesn’t matter…
And at night I love to listen to the stars. It is like five hundred million little bells.
Antoine de Saint-Exupéry
Perhaps this is why my painted creatures are often accompanied by the stars and the quiet of the night sky, for they remind me to think of what is real and true, which the animals too seem to understand in ways beyond our comprehension.
If people sat outside and looked at the stars each night, I’ll bet they’d live a lot differently.
Calvin and Hobbes
And so yet another creature has emerged on the end of my paintbrush, surrounded by a star-scattered night sky. I see Roe deer on an almost daily basis on my woodland wanders but never have I had the privilege of seeing a rare white deer. Like the Kermode (or Spirit) Bear, they are not albino but rather their colouring is the result of Leucism. These rare creatures are known to dwell on our neighbouring Island of Arran (where myths abound abound this mystical animal) so a little journey across the water may well feature in my future wanders…
Dwell on the beauty of life. Watch the stars, and see yourself running with them.
Prints of The White Prince, The Hare ran through Starlit Woods, The Fox ran through the Winter Night, Waiting in Wonder, At the Edge of the World and Stargazing are all available from The Honeybee and the Hare Etsy Shop