Sunshine Days are Coming

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🖼 1 of a kind original painting

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📐 44x54cm (17.3×21.2″)

🎨 acrylic on Italian canvas  

Sunshine days are coming was created when the purity of soul (white) met the optimism of yellow. I brought myself back to my childhood carefree dancing in the garden days when I created this artwork.

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🖼 1 of a kind original painting

✈️ Complimentary worldwide tracked shipping 

🏡 30 days return protection 

📐 44x54cm (17.3×21.2″)

🎨 acrylic on Italian canvas  

 

Exhibited:

  • Van der Plas Gallery, New York (Dec 2021)
  • Nyíregyháza, Hungary (Oct 2021)
  • M.A.D.S Gallery, Milan Italy (May 2021)

Artist’s Words:

This artwork was created when the purity of soul (white) met the optimism of yellow (Pantone 2021 Colour of the Year).

“I wanted to create an optimistic artwork. In colour psychology yellow is the colour of optimism, but too much yellow can have negative ‘warning’ effects. That is why I balanced it with blue which represents security and safety, and dots of red to remind the viewer to keep up their mental strength through tough times.

But something was missing, I couldn’t get the balance right, until I brought white into the picture. It was then I realised I needed to clear my head and think with a childlike purity of soul (white) to create an optimistic artwork during uncertain times.”

A poem accompanies this artwork in which the artist describes the childhood (pure) memory she recalled while creating this artwork, as she observed the painfully slow vaccination rollout in Ireland from her new home in Eastern Europe, Hungary:

Sunshine Days are Coming Poem

With purity of soul she perseveres

eager to be optimistic

almost childlike.

She searches her mind

for simpler days past.

A girl giggles in a gallant garden

unexpected blue skies

quintessential white fluffy clouds

Summer is here:

‘Get out of the house!’

Sandy blonde, home-cut fringe

tanned bare legs,

she has a look of foreign, that one!

Shoeless feet on emerald earth

skipping, twisting, twirling

in faded turquoise

happy hand-me-downs

a twig as a wand.

Wood pigeons coo lazily aloft

laurels and deep evergreens

Woosh! A cackle

and hum behind her as

cold water hits her heels.

It can’t be raining, not again!

She turns to seek the source

Ah! The garden hose!

Peering under the arc

of kaleidoscopic spray

she spies the culprit:

Brother! In all his menacing glory

Firey freckled nose scrunched

baring a shark-like toothy grin

Without a word of warning

A water fight has been declared.

Quick! Get the bucket!

The German Shepherd wags

its dark tail in approval

As it swaggers off to avoid the spray

Shouts, squeals and screams

bounce off the white house walls

Shhh! You’ll wake the baby!

Home-made excitement as

the race is on:

Who will control the tap?

Grown now, in a hose-less

bucket filled garden

further east

bare legs dance to hits past

Paint-soaked hands apply

purity in white and

huge heaving generous

swaths of optimistic yellow

as she mutters her mantra,

with a childlike innocence:

‘Sunshine Days are Coming’