Frances Hatch - Crags Chiselled into Grace
Acrylic and site earths on canvas
90 x 163 cm (image)
The title comes from words that were in my head when I painted this picture. From Of Water, as Painted by the Ancients by John Ruskin:
“Water...the source of all the changefulness and beauty which we have seen in clouds; then as the instrument by which the earth we have contemplated was modelled into symmetry, and its crags chiselled into grace; then as, in the form of snow, it robes the mountains it has made with that transcendent light which we could not have conceived if we had not seen; then as it exists in the foam of the torrent, in the iris which spans it, in the morning mist which rises from it, in the deep crystalline pools which mirror its hanging shore, in the broad lake and glancing river; finally, in that which is to all human minds the best emblem of unwearied unconquerable power, the wild, various, fantastic, tameless unity of the sea.”
Acrylic and site earths on canvas
90 x 163 cm (image)
The title comes from words that were in my head when I painted this picture. From Of Water, as Painted by the Ancients by John Ruskin:
“Water...the source of all the changefulness and beauty which we have seen in clouds; then as the instrument by which the earth we have contemplated was modelled into symmetry, and its crags chiselled into grace; then as, in the form of snow, it robes the mountains it has made with that transcendent light which we could not have conceived if we had not seen; then as it exists in the foam of the torrent, in the iris which spans it, in the morning mist which rises from it, in the deep crystalline pools which mirror its hanging shore, in the broad lake and glancing river; finally, in that which is to all human minds the best emblem of unwearied unconquerable power, the wild, various, fantastic, tameless unity of the sea.”
Acrylic and site earths on canvas
90 x 163 cm (image)
The title comes from words that were in my head when I painted this picture. From Of Water, as Painted by the Ancients by John Ruskin:
“Water...the source of all the changefulness and beauty which we have seen in clouds; then as the instrument by which the earth we have contemplated was modelled into symmetry, and its crags chiselled into grace; then as, in the form of snow, it robes the mountains it has made with that transcendent light which we could not have conceived if we had not seen; then as it exists in the foam of the torrent, in the iris which spans it, in the morning mist which rises from it, in the deep crystalline pools which mirror its hanging shore, in the broad lake and glancing river; finally, in that which is to all human minds the best emblem of unwearied unconquerable power, the wild, various, fantastic, tameless unity of the sea.”
‘Crags Chiselled into Grace’ being created in Coppermines Valley, Lake District.
