7.01.2011

FRANCES PALMER SHOW IN MAINE



Frances Palmer has a show of new work up this weekend on the island of North Haven, Maine. I've pulled the picture of her announcement onto my desktop to use as a screensaver, and it gives me a blast of color every time I log on. I can almost smell the roses and peonies, and feel the silken glaze of the vessels. There's nothing like a vase as a summer house gift--and she's got a sale on! 

16 comments:

KDF said...

What a lovely photo! I saved it as my background, too - over here on the other side of the Sakonnet River...

Sharen said...

Exquisite! Who can resist the ruffled femininity of peonies?

Bruce Barone said...

Love it.

If you are not familiar with the work of Clare Potter, I think you will enjoy her:

http://www.clarepotter.com/

quintessence said...

SO beautiful!! She posted a beautiful shot of North Haven on facebook this morning!!

Warren said...

Yippee -- spring and summer all rolled into one in Seattle, finally. Warm enough to sit outside in the morning with coffee, and to wish to only garden in the shade.

My roses look real compared to that shot. Rumpled, spots on the leaves, some past their prime. A mix of lineages -- equal opportunity gardening. Guess I need an art director. But it's warm in Seattle -- who cares!?

pamingram said...

Peonies by Mary Oliver

This morning the green fists of the peonies are getting ready

to break my heart

as the sun rises,

as the sun strokes them with his old, buttery fingers



and they open ---

pools of lace,

white and pink ---

and all day the black ants climb over them,



boring their deep and mysterious holes

into the curls,

craving the sweet sap,

taking it away



to their dark, underground cities ---

and all day

under the shifty wind,

as in a dance to the great wedding,



the flowers bend their bright bodies,

and tip their fragrance to the air,

and rise,

their red stems holding



all that dampness and recklessness

gladly and lightly,

and there it is again ---

beauty the brave, the exemplary,



blazing open.

Do you love this world?

Do you cherish your humble and silky life?

Do you adore the green grass, with its terror beneath?



Do you also hurry, half-dressed and barefoot, into the garden,

and softly,

and exclaiming of their dearness,

fill your arms with the white and pink flowers,



with their honeyed heaviness, their lush trembling,

their eagerness

to be wild and perfect for a moment, before they are

nothing, forever?

Warren said...

Great poem. Dominique, here is a wonderful lady ceramic artist in Seattle doing very special art / tableware, teapots. I have her tableware, so does Sen. Feinstein.
http://www.carolgouthro.com/

mary said...

The poem......"Do you love this world"--yes. Thank you for this wonderful dialogue. Have a wonderful 4th of July. Mary

Emom said...

Lovely....and deer are supposed to shun peonies....smiles.

VL said...

Lovely poem. What is it about peonies? I find them irresistible. So do the poets: here is one from Jane Kenyon, in return for your Mary Oliver:


PEONIES AT DUSK

White peonies blooming along the porch

send out light

while the rest of the yard grows dim.
Outrageous flowers as big as human

heads! They’re staggered

by their own luxuriance: I had

to prop them up with stakes and twine.
The moist air intensifies their scent,

and the moon moves around the barn

to find out what it’s coming from.
In the darkening June evening

I draw a blossom near, and bending close

search it as a woman searches

a loved one’s face.

Cristina said...

my favourite one is the white one in the background, with the flowers in relief.
beside ALL the gorgeous peonies & roses!

Design Elements said...

lovely photo!

Erica said...

SO beautiful!

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pamingram said...

oh vl, thank you jane kenyon is such an exquisite poet and i had not read that poem before. what a gift. psi

VL said...

dear Pamingram, I just recently learned that Kenyon's husband, Poet Laureate Donald Hall, wrote a poem called "Weeds and Peonies" in honor of Jane after her death. It's wistful and tender and melancholy. You can read it and two more of his poems here:
http://www.npr.org/templates/story/story.php?storyId=5485767

Dominique said...

Wow. Clare Potter's work is brilliant--I've admired it for years. But Carol Gouthro is new to me. I love the category of pieces she calls Portals. Thank you for those excellent recommendations.

How wonderful that you all took this post to poetic heights. Mary Oliver, Donald Hall and Jane Kenyon, two of my favorite poets. I read Hall's "Without: Poems" , published on the thir anniversary of Kenyon's death, and soaked two handkerchiefs with tears. I will have to order Painted Bed posthaste.

While we're on the subject of flowers and poems, try Louise Gluck's The Wild Iris.