A Christmas Journey
Size: 21cm x 30cm.
Medium: Collage paper on board.
This is an original collage painting called 'A Christmas Journey.
The 'paintings' are made using collage techniques from the words of the famous 'Northamptonshire peasant poet' John Clare. To make the original artworks I printed the poem in a range of colours and then cut, ripped, arranged and glued the words to make this artwork.
The words of the poem add a bit more magic to my imagination and allow you to see into the world of the poet John Clare (1793-1864) and me - the artist!
You can also read parts of the poems in the painting.
A Christmas Journey Original Painting
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.
The Poem Used in this Painting-
By John Clare (1793-1864)
Christmas is come and every hearth
Makes room to give him welcome now
E'en want will dry its tears in mirth
And crown him wi' a holly bough
Tho tramping 'neath a winters sky
O'er snow track paths and rhymey stiles
The huswife sets her spining bye
And bids him welcome wi' her smiles
Each house is swept the day before
And windows stuck wi' evergreens
The snow is beesom'd from the door
And comfort crowns the cottage scenes
Gilt holly wi' its thorny pricks
And yew and box wi' berrys small
These deck the unus'd candlesticks
And pictures hanging by the wall
Neighbours resume their anual cheer
Wishing wi smiles and spirits high
Clad christmass and a happy year
To every morning passer bye
Milk maids their christmass journeys go
Accompanyd wi favourd swain
And childern pace the crumping snow
To taste their grannys cake again