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Nov 29
The Conversation
“The Conversation“
Oil on canvas, 13″x21″ wide.
Artist Commentary:
I spent Saturday on the Greenway, south of Bree. I had been traveling for many days, and had begun my journey near the ruined bridge at Tharbad. From there I trekked northward, ever mindful of the movement in these quiet lands of strange folk, sightings of whom had recently been all the talk at the Prancing Pony.
I halted early on Midsummer’s morning (for the seasons flow differently in Eriador than in our own world) as I approached Bree, and I set up my easel at the edge of the road. The plain was golden-lit in the morning sunlight, and long shadows fell between the spot I had chosen and the hillside town in the distance.
Ere long I heard footsteps and the voice of someone humming a tune as he strode up the Greenway from the south. At nearly the same time, a horse and rider came from Bree along the road, and these two travelers met near where I was painting.
Older men they appeared to be, and yet with all the vigour of youth. One was clad in brown and the other grey, and it was clear that theirs was an urgent business, for ere long the one remounted his horse and headed east, while the other hastened his steps northward towards Bree. I did not eavesdrop upon their conversation, but I could not help but wonder if their business touched on the evil tidings I had heard of late.
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Nov 29
Fireside Journeys
“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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Nov 02
Many Meetings
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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Nov 02
Boromir Fallen
“Boromir Fallen”
Oil on canvas, 13″x21″ wide.
Artist Commentary: Saturday at dawn I hiked the western shores of Nen Hithoel, wending my way southward toward the triple peaks that crown the falls of Rauros. Upon the green sward of Parth Galen, I paused to admire Tol Brandir’s hewn heights, when suddenly a huntsman’s horn sounded from the forest behind me. Urgent came that call, and I dropped my gear and sprang up the sylvan slopes of Amon Hen to render what aid I might.
The winding of the horn ceased, but I ran on, coming at last upon a glade littered with the lifeless bodies of orcs. But propped against a tree, on the edge of the clearing, I descried the huntsman, motionless, seated on the ground with broken sword still clasped in his mighty hand. He was pierced with many arrows, and beside him knelt a cloaked companion. I stood in silence before these two great men: the one having been released from all suffering; the other with head bowed in sorrow and hands clasped before him in the still, golden light of morning.
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