Red is our Neutral 1

Hand painted & mono-printed, computer printed cotton.  Stitched and quilted.  Original poem embedded. SOLD in private collection.

Red is our Neutral 2

Hand painted & mono-printed, computer printed cotton.  Stitched and quilted.  Original poem embedded. SOLD in private collection.

Red is our Neutral 3

Hand painted & mono-printed, computer printed cotton.  Stitched and quilted.  Original poem embedded. SOLD in private collection.

Red is our Neutral

Red is our neutral; the color of life –
like the blood of our veins and our hearts in delight.
We see it in anger with wild thoughts in our head.
We feel it in passion and take it to bed.

It’s inside our ears when the sunlight shines through;
like the womb of a mother whose breadth brings anew.
It’s the brilliance of firelight and fading embers of coal;
molten metal and lava that spring from below.

Its shade starts the rainbow and finishes the sunset at night.
We see it in the evening when sailors take delight.
From the insides of seashells to the bright hues of love,
It’s in our private of most places this neutral color of life’s blood.

By Jane Balshaw, artist – © 3/2003

Yellow is the Spice of Life

Hand painted & mono-printed, computer printed cotton.  Stitched and quilted.  Original poem embedded. SOLD in private collection.

Green Summer Green 2

Hand painted & mono-printed, computer printed cotton.  Stitched and quilted.  Original poem embedded. SOLD in private collection.

Green Summer Green 1

Hand painted & mono-printed, computer printed cotton.  Stitched and quilted.  Original poem embedded. SOLD in private collection.

Yellow is the Spice of Life

Yellow is the color of his true loves hair;
Like the color of sunshine in the crisp autumn air.
Like the first bolts of pigment dotting fields in the spring.
Its hue provokes excitement, signaling changes of good things.

Like the autumn golds of eastern leaves and western rolling hills,
nature’s carotene filled plant life makes our hearts be still.
From it’s newborn unfurling shade of endive-like tones,
To the rich, smoky ochre hues its color stands alone.

Stands alone as nature’s accent shade so intense it’s used as just shots
Or dribbled into other hues it intensifies them a lot.
Like butter, clarified, drizzling into a saffron laden kettle,
this truly is the spice of life the vibrant color yellow.

By Jane Balshaw, artist – © 1/2004

Green Summer Green

Sweet breeze of chamomile leaves
And damp grasses on my feet below.
Syrupy lush waftings and crisp acrid stalk things
Are the green smells of my summer at home.

Gardens of green – sage, rue and between
Are the colors of health giving life.
And the green play of leaf shapes made citron through sunscapes
Showcase the woods in her teal delight.

Chlorophyll surging and sunlight urging
Heady fauna emerge with a gleam
Chartreuse ferns & helleborus to the deep shades of forest
Fill this long lighted calendar time of green.

By Jane Balshaw, artist – © 7/2004

The Story of Purple 2

Hand painted & mono-printed, computer printed cotton.  Stitched, gold-leafed and quilted.  Original poem embedded.  SOLD in private collection.

The Story of Purple 1

Hand painted & mono-printed, computer printed cotton.  Stitched, gold-leafed and quilted.  Original poem embedded.  SOLD in private collection.

Blue on Blue

Hand painted & mono-printed, computer printed cotton.  Stitched and quilted.  Original poem embedded.  SOLD in private collection.

The Story of Purple

In between, red and blue;
a balance of energy and repose.
The ancients have sought it & with high price have bought it.
The color purple royalty chose.

A precious commodity of wealth and of piety,
this rare color hides in the rainbow.
From Tyrian mollusks to modern day dyestuffs
With special meaning we use it for show.

But not only to royals, to all us a gift
of itself in the skyscape at dawn.
And in the cliffs of the southwest, precious plant life we are thrice blest,
To this mauve hue of calm we are drawn.

By Jane Balshaw, artist –  © 2/2006

Deep freeze, deep seas and the veins on my knees

All are each the color of blue.

It’s variations and form though out history have born

A subject for poets like me too.

 

Delphiniums blue and the suede on some shoes

These words conjure feelings in our minds

From occasional moons and sorrowful tunes

“blue” defines us when our emotions untie.

 

Temperature lowering and light wavelengths slowing

Blue has a pulse of it’s own

Used for light therapy and corporate image clarity

Its hue denotes and orderly tone.

 

For the serenity of life and thoughtful respite

We use this color to enhance our lives

Indigo, Lapis, cobalt, cyan attract us.

From the earth this gift is a prize.

By Jane Balshaw, artist –  © 10/2003

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