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Pretty Swallow
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Size: 21cm x 30cm.
Medium: Collage paper on board.
This is a collage artwork based on the poem by Northamptonshire Artist John Clare (1793-1864) called 'Pretty Swallow'.
Jamie has made this artwork after passing Woodford Village in the Nene Valley Northamptonshire whilst cruising the river in a canal boat. This 'painting' was made using the printed words of the poem with his collage technique known as 'text painting'. Words were cut, torn and layered to evoke the beauty of the wildlife and countryside surrounding his home in the United Kingdom.
This original artwork is mounted in a white wooden frame with non-reflective glass.
Pretty Swallow Original Painting
The Nene Valley stretches from West Northamptonshire all the way through Peterborough and has the Nene river flowing through it. The landscape is surrounded by lush farmland and old villages with hidden footpaths connecting them together. Jamie has always used this landscape as the basis for his artwork showing the wildlife and hills of his home.
Jamie's artwork frequently uses a range of mixed media techniques that have also incorporated words. In recent years this has become more important and now collage is a major part of his work which often uses words poetry. The lines of various poems have been woven into his imagery - segments of which can be read.
The wide range of habitats such as wildflower meadows, wetlands, marshes, woodlands and wet grasslands are full of a diverse range of animals and birds. These offer endless inspiration for Jamie's artwork on a daily basis as he lives right on the edge of a stunning nature reserve near the towns of Higham Ferrers, Irthlingborough and Rushden.
Greetings Cards, Signed Prints and original artworks are available on these pages.
The Poem Used in this Painting-
The Swallow
by John Clare (1793-1864)
Pretty Swallow once again
Come and pass me i' the rain
Pretty swallow why so shy
Pass again my window by.
The horse pond where he dips his wings
The wet day prints it full o' rings track
Lodge like pearls upon his back.
Then agen he dips his wing
In the wrinkles of the spring
Then o'er the rushes flies again
And pearls roll off his back like rain.
Pretty little swallows fly
Village doors and windows by
Whisking o'er the garden pales
Where the blackbird finds the snails.
Whewing by the ladslove tree
For something only seen by thee
Pearls that on the red rose hings
Falls off shaken by thy wings.
On yon low that[c]hed cottage stop
In the sooty chimney pop
Where thy wife and family
Every evening wait for thee --
Jamie's artwork frequently uses a range of mixed media techniques that have also incorporated words. In recent years this has become more important and now collage is a major part of his work which often uses words poetry. The lines of various poems have been woven into his imagery - segments of which can be read.
The wide range of habitats such as wildflower meadows, wetlands, marshes, woodlands and wet grasslands are full of a diverse range of animals and birds. These offer endless inspiration for Jamie's artwork on a daily basis as he lives right on the edge of a stunning nature reserve near the towns of Higham Ferrers, Irthlingborough and Rushden.
Greetings Cards, Signed Prints and original artworks are available on these pages.
The Poem Used in this Painting-
The Swallow
by John Clare (1793-1864)
Pretty Swallow once again
Come and pass me i' the rain
Pretty swallow why so shy
Pass again my window by.
The horse pond where he dips his wings
The wet day prints it full o' rings track
Lodge like pearls upon his back.
Then agen he dips his wing
In the wrinkles of the spring
Then o'er the rushes flies again
And pearls roll off his back like rain.
Pretty little swallows fly
Village doors and windows by
Whisking o'er the garden pales
Where the blackbird finds the snails.
Whewing by the ladslove tree
For something only seen by thee
Pearls that on the red rose hings
Falls off shaken by thy wings.
On yon low that[c]hed cottage stop
In the sooty chimney pop
Where thy wife and family
Every evening wait for thee --