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A Sense Of Beauty

Beauty itself doth of itself persuade
The eyes of men without an orator

                            - Shakespeare

Once you begin to study it, all Nature is equally interesting and equally charged with beauty. I was shown a picture by CÚzanne of the blank wall of a house, which he had made instinct with the most delicate lights and colors. Now I often amuse myself when I am looking at a wall or a flat surface of any kind by trying to distinguish all the different colours and tints which can be discerned upon it, and considering whether these arise from reflections or from natural hue. You would be astonished the first time you tried this to see how many and what beautiful colours there are even in the most commonplace objects, and the more carefully and frequently you look the more variations do you perceive.
                                                                        - Winston Churchill – Painting As A Pastime

‘Beauty is truth, truth beauty’, - that is all
Ye know on earth, and all ye need to know

                                        - John Keats

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Last Roses

Flight Patterns by Bill Puryear
Flight Patterns

Return of Summer

All gardening is landscape painting.
– Alexander Pope

Brights Lane

San Christobal

When I behold upon the night’s starred face
Huge cloudy symbols of a high romance

                                          - John Keats

Garden House at Cragfont by Bill Puryear
Garden House at Cragfont

Spring Formal

A thing of beauty is a joy forever:
Its loveliness increases; it will never
Pass into nothingness.

                               - John Keats

The Cellist

Aqueligia Fuschia

February Gold by Bill Puryear
February Gold

Kay's Spring Flowers

Burley Junction

Old Carriage House

The Green Barn

Beauty is instantaneous. It is the artist’s challenge to translate it to the timeless. A passing shadow, a spot of searchlight sun, a wind, autumn leaves drifting under the bridge, blooming gardens, moving clouds, the flowers of the season – we may fancy we own these common things and may return to them at will. Tomorrow it rains, the flower fades, the horses are gone to another field, the creek has fallen, and we are busy with something urgent. Beauty comes to us as a lovely child with upturned face asking, Grandfather, will you come out and play with me? Tomorrow she is grown and gone and w
e are older and alone.


Bill Puryear, Artist
1512 Cherokee Road, Gallatin, TN 37066, Email: pury@comcast.net

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