Intimate Landscapes

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                         INTIMATE LANDSCAPES

The pleasure of landscapes seems to sometimes come from their vastness, the infinite swaths of color and tone spread across earth and sea below and sky above.  From a valley, mountain top or rocky shore, a kind of primitive assurance is imparted to the viewer, a sense of a larger rhythm that helps us relax and feel whole, something basic and elemental, a different feeling than looking at a dense, busy and industrious city for instance.

But we are also drawn to another kind of landscape, more intimate, small and close, when we kneel to look at an arctic flower amidst a desert of mountain rock, or the pattern of a sea shell or stone, one of thousands spread across a shore.  Here again there is pleasure, but more private and intimate, a secret view into the mystery of life perhaps, even in its smallest form.

What is it about such intimate landscapes, especially flowers, that gives us so much comfort and solace?  Why do we spend so many hours of our lives planting and tending these small largely inedible plants, arranging them in our homes and public spaces and placing them at the center of our primal ceremonies of birth, marriage and death. 

Is it their colors, familiar and unexpected, their infinite patterns and shapes, the enticement of their scent, the mystery of their pollen and flagrant sexuality, the way we watch them burst into life, sprout up, reach maturity and then die in a cycle we can safely watch over and over again?  Is it one of the ways we strive to gain acceptance of our own inevitable mortality? 

Perhaps there is no answer, only the mysterious communication of color, pattern, form and shape and our infinite curiosity, interest and desire.  

There are approximately one hundred paintings in the Intimate Landscapes series.

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Copyright 2005, 2006 by Chris Coles