Simple Sunday with Artist Josephine Wall
Welcome to Simple Sunday!
This week we are featuring the artwork of Josephine Wall.
From childhood Josephine has had a passion for light and colour, fantasy and visual story telling. The life of a painter was clearly her destiny! Enchanting and detailed images flow freely from her imagination in an endless cascade of ideas. Much of the inspiration for her mystical images comes from her close observation of nature and her interest in its preservation. Though she often strives to impart a message in her scenes, she also hopes to inspire in her audience a personal journey into the magical world of their own imagination.
Josephine works mostly with acrylic paint, which allows her to paint quickly, and to create many textured and colourful effects. She has been influenced and inspired by the illustrative talents of Arthur Rackham, the surrealism of artists such as Magritte and Salvador Dali, and the romanticism of the Pre-Raphaelites. This combined with her own imaginative ideas has led to a wide and varied range of work.
“The art of painting is more than a career to me,” she says, “it is an all consuming obsession and a love of colour and form. In fact, if I am away from my easel for too long I become restless and anxious to paint again.”
http://www.josephinewall.co.uk/art_gallery.html
It is titled “Seasons of Life”.
Looking forward to see what this artwork
inspires your muse with.
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Josephine Wall is an absolute favorite of mine. Such gorgeous artwork to ponder. :love: :love: :love:
Hello to all .. Beautiful is this art posted here ta nite .. Will be back wit sum sum me thinky … :love: :love:
Couldnt git picture so this is best could come up wit at first glance .. Hope yall likey … Hugs
BEAUTY AT ITS BEST
A universal of faces and things to see
Small ones big ones too
The sweetest faces
You see are but always to see
The older one more educational views
Planet earth
Its ours to explore
Trees of green
Lands of brown and all in between
Waters of many there be
Bobbles filled wit air and me
Flowin far and near so you see
Look down on me and the you here and there
My world
The world of plenty
So please dont go and ruin it for you and me
Written By: Bettie Davis ——————– © August 25 , 2o12
Welcome to all! I will be back in a bit as I only got home and have to get some dinner ready! Hope to read some great writes when I return! 🙂 :love: :love: :love:
Beautiful Art!! So layered! I hope I get time to write to this one!
Right now though, I must dash… be home in a few hours.
Oh… and greetings everyone!
xox
Art by Josephine Wall
Steps of Life
As an infant born out of love in Fall
Growing up each step I crawled
As I learned to walk each step of life making tall
Each season I grew as seasons shared by all
I loved being a fairy when I was young I recall
Loved to pretend I was in the colorful flower garden hidden as a bubble ball
Butterflies I watched wishing I had wings installed
Learning , enjoying life each day surrounded by love from all
Until I was an adult I learned ones can make life dull
When felt beside self , hurt, I shake my hardheaded skull
Then, I felt the wings as I called for help giving me a push as an overhaul
For those wings were always there just was waiting for me to fall
As the day I was a little girl wishing I had wings installed
I did protecting me as a bubble ball for all have when in need call
Cycle of Life
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Life is an eternal cycle
As shown by Mother Earth
It begins at the moment
Of each and every birth.
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From a babe to a child
To an adolescent then old
Nature displays to us
About how life does unfold.
~
Showing us that the cycle of life
Continually goes on and on
A marvelous reminder
That nothing is ever is gone.
~
We watch as the trees
Give birth every spring
And when the season is over
We see summer in full swing.
~
When summer days pass
And the leaves begin to fall
There’s a gradual fading
Until the winter snow covers all.
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We have to release
All our pain and our sorrow
And go forward with the seasons
Believing in each tomorrow.
~
Reflect on these seasons
And let your heart sing
For when one cycle is over
Another one is a sure thing.
~
There is an eternity
To all that is here
And love is the only thing
That we must all hold dear.
~
(c) Angel Love, 2012
Hi… I wrote of this on bus, it could do with a little polishing…
Seasons of No Regret
Soft sweet spring
when childhood laughter rings
on fragrant drifts of fanciful dreams…
bellbirds chime in melodic rhymes
as senses awaken for the first time…
the never-before-tasted taste of mango
the honeyed scent of new season rose
days glide by on a childlike sigh
and so the years flow…
*
Vibrancy of summer heat
hot-sand-dancing at the beach
castles of day-dreaming fantasy
decorated with shells from the sea…
evening stars like fireworks
in a darkening sky
mystic magic of cicadas and tiny firefly
moments of sweet stolen bliss
… that first trembling taste of a nervous kiss…
*
Autumn shades fade in graduating hues
as the journey continues to unfold
no longer young… but not yet old
… still rakish and too often bold
footsteps lead a dizzy dance
to escapades and adventure
and perhaps a chance at romance…
*
Winter encloses a quieter world
echoes reverberate on the wind
a gently slowing down of pace
perhaps a slightly rolling gait
but stilled filled with life
and a soul that loves to love
still a traveller of these paths-
strange, but winter seems to be the longest season
filled with memories made to last…
*
In twilight years where old friends greet
each passing season with a smile
still full of love and life and escapades
content with their journey-
– birth to grave.
*
Sharonlee©26-Aug-12
Beautiful art piece Josephine! Hello everyone! :love:
Seasons Of Life
Every season we adjust to change
Springtime is of new beginnings
Summer has us wanting to play
Autumn’s beauty brings big winnings
Winter warms my heart of love
Each season has it’s beauty to give
Painted by the almighty above
Michelle R. King
2012
We have many Bubble Angels standing watch
above us as we play,and sleep.
Another gathers up the hopes and dreams
we wish to keep.
Bubble Angel is the tiny voices that whispers
in our ears With words of love and comfort.
To conquer grief and fears Of course.
We have many Bubble Angels.
Another just to help us mend the thoughtless
things we do.
We have a Bubble Angel of love
who protects our Destiny.
We have a host of Bubble Angels watch.
And have to be the best that we can be.
Floating in a Bubble towards the Future
In Our Very own Bubble that can Burst at any time.
Enjoy
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Loving the seasons, each and every one . . . .
A CHILD OF ALL THE SEASONS
I am a child of
all the seasons,
delighting in each one
as they pause only briefly
and just long enough
to infuse my heart
and my imagination
in their yearly revolution
one by one;
each year a bit shorter,
it seems,
than the one before.
But each has become
so much a part
of who I am
and who I will become.
And this child of summer
still feels the grass
between my toes,
as the sunshine overhead
continuine to warm
my heart and soul.
And this child of autumn
watches the trees shed
their exquisite mantle
of gold and red,
leaves falling to the ground
as we waltz together
toward winter’s bitter cold.
And this child of winter
recalls those snowy days,
so distant now,
so far away
those crystalline flakes
as they floated down,
landing on eyelashes
of yesterday,
trees just resting
where they stand,
until springtime showers
bring new life again
to all of Nature
and to this child of spring
and each of the seasons
as they pass by
one by one.
(c) barbara kausteklis 8-26-12
BUBBLE BABIES
Babe in the woods awakes to light.
Little Bo Peep a sheer delight,
until her final maturity
brings on a nagging insecurty.
Float into darkness as snowflakes fall.
Fluffy cloud covering acts like a wall.
Even in travels past dark side of moon,
crags are avoided which might cause a swoon.
Thus do the bubbles reflect a lifespan
through seasons of life repeated again.
Down through the ages of human existence,
patterns are formed through perceptions’ persistence.
None are deprived of the goodness prevailing;
neither avoiding unpleasantness ailing.
From light into darkness and back the next day,
blown on time’s winds sometimes this or that way.
Go with the flow and trust to the fates;
travel to Hell or past Heaven’s gates;
or grasp your free will with the force of proaction,
so what’s inside you can seek soul’s satisfaction.
Copyright August 26th 2012 RGD