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Mar 21

The Ring Goes South

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“The Ring Goes South

Oil on canvas, 13″x21″ wide.

Artist Commentary:

I spent Saturday hiking the empty crags and peaks in the westernmost foothills of the Misty Mountains. The December day was chilly, but the winter sun made many of the heather-filled vales hint of the warmer days of autumn ending. As I was seeking for it, I came suddenly upon a prospect opening nearly at my feet: the edge of a cliff that fell down, down from the heights and into a green valley cleft into the rock below. From this height I espied waterfalls on the cliff face opposite me, and these plummeted to dwelling places that ran along a river below.

As I stood there, marveling at the view and considering whether I should attempt to paint it, I saw movement on the slopes before me. Soon an unusual couple strolled my way. The first was a tall old man with a staff; the second clearly a halfling, although why he was here so far from the Shire, I couldn’t guess. Then it dawned upon me. Certainly, these must be guests of the Last Homely House, which lay at the base of the cliffs upon which I then stood.

 

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Nov 29

Fireside Journeys

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“Fireside Journeys”
Oil on canvas, 21″x13″ wide.

Artist Commentary: I spent Saturday in the Shire, visiting with old friends and meeting new ones. As evening approached, I went up the Hill and knocked at the familiar round door. It opened, and I was ushered in to share in a good supper, laughter, and cheer. We did not tarry late at table, for the day had been wearying for us all, so off we trundled to soft bolsters on four-poster beds; in my own case, a trifle snug, but ample enough and comfortable enough for one who is not among the largest of the Big Folk.

But in the night, I awoke. I was disoriented for a time, and I could hear no noise; the fire had died back in my room. But I soon saw the flicker of flame in the hallway, and heard the clock in the distant parlour strike three. So I arose to see who could be up so late. I peeked down the hall and saw that the light came from the young halfling’s library. I crept to the doorway and glanced  inside; there he sat, the new Lord of these halls, in his most  comfortable chair. The library itself was piled to the ceiling with books, folios, maps, and trinkets. A few candles were lit and a fire burned merrily in the grate beside him.

In his lap lay a book, bound in green with gilt lettering, that he must have been reading; but now it simply rested upon his knee, unheeded. Where his thoughts had strayed, I could not tell, but he was staring into space. Perhaps he was reflecting upon some future adventure, I supposed, or trying out, in his head, lines of some poem that had come to him, unbidden, riding on the wild currents of eventide. But I did not disturb him; rather, I left him to his dreams and fireside journeys, and returned to my bed to seek my own.

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Dec 28

At Durin’s Stone

 

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“At Durin’s Stone”
Oil on canvas, 13″x21″ wide.

Artist Commentary: I spent Tuesday on the slopes of the Misty Mountains, in the crusted crags and fog-filled dells that bound the Golden Wood to the west, just as the Great River bounds her to the east. I hiked the nearest ridge, and espied beneath me the sapphire surface of Kheled-zâram. There, in the vale of Azanulbizar, I pitched my easel as the sun crested and began her journey toward the peak of Baranzibar.

And I painted.

I painted the cobalt waters of the lake and the lavendar plumes of the heavens; I painted the spurs of Zirak-zigil and the plummeting falls beside the Dimrill Stair; I painted Durin’s Stone, weatherworn and broken, standing silent beside the still waters.

And as I was finishing my work, with the shadows of the great peaks flooding the glen with gloom, a dwarf and a halfling came to the water’s edge and gazed in wonder upon the stars, jewel-like, that rest forever there, floating in the depths of Mirrormere.

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Nov 02

Many Meetings

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Many Meetings”
Oil on canvas, 21″x13″ wide.

Artist Commentary: I spent Saturday above the gorge of Bruinen, along the western slopes of Karningul. The purple peaks of the Misty Mountains loomed in the late morning, and the soft light of autumn filtered crystalline through turquoise skies. I set up my easel on the curved path, beside ivy-strewn balusters, and sought to capture the rich cadmium golds and reds of the trees below.

While I worked, two halflings approached from the Last Homely House: one young, cloaked, and raven-haired, and the other older, sporting a red velvet coat and steadying himself with his ebony cane. They barely noticed me as they passed by, so deep were they in conversation about their home in the far flung lands westward.

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Oct 29

Amon Sûl

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“Amon Sûl”
Oil on canvas, 13″x21″ wide.

Artist Commentary:I spent Saturday among the Weather Hills, east of Bree. Autumnal leaves lingered in the wild, and I hiked the hills seeking for Amon Sûl. In mid-morning I mounted a hillock and beheld the blanched ruins in crystalline morning light. I set up my easel and began to paint. Ere long, a rustling sounded from the tall grass behind me, and a ranger and a Hobbit appeared. They stood before me, surveying the remains of the watchtower, and then descended the hill to join their companions. I watched them all continue on their way, and a chill of foreboding came to me, despite the warmth of the sun and the aching beauty of the wild heaths.

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