Walk with Me
2012 The Marianne van Silfhout Gallery in
The St. Lawrence College ,Brockville Campus
The St. Lawrence College ,Brockville Campus
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Walk with Me
A collaborative exhibition featuring the artwork of Sheila Davis and the poetry of Jean Kallmeyer.
The painter’s interest lies in obscure areas of the environment. Texture and colour encourage the viewer’s eye to look deeper, to see beyond the obvious, to become aware of those areas of nature necessary to existence, to see beauty in the mundane.
The poet enters the landscape and draws from it inspiration to express yearnings, memories, faith, desire and imaginings in a series of love poems.
This is a love story, a walk through time and seasons, joy and sorrow.
Come….Walk with me…
The Painter
Sheila Davis has been a professional artist for over 15 years. Her interest lies in obscure areas of the environment as seen on the periphery of daily vision. Sheila works in oil, preferring large panels. Using dynamic brushstrokes and saturated colour, she captures the friction and play of texture and temperature where surface planes meet, challenging the eye to look deeper, to see beyond the obvious, to become aware of those areas of nature necessary to existence, to see beauty in the mundane. An elected member of the Society of Canadian Artists and the Ontario Society of Artists, Sheila’s work has been featured in magazines, on television and is included in private and corporate collections around the world. She is represented by various galleries in Ontario, Alberta and British Columbia and participates in select exhibitions throughout the year.
Sheila Davis has been a professional artist for over 15 years. Her interest lies in obscure areas of the environment as seen on the periphery of daily vision. Sheila works in oil, preferring large panels. Using dynamic brushstrokes and saturated colour, she captures the friction and play of texture and temperature where surface planes meet, challenging the eye to look deeper, to see beyond the obvious, to become aware of those areas of nature necessary to existence, to see beauty in the mundane. An elected member of the Society of Canadian Artists and the Ontario Society of Artists, Sheila’s work has been featured in magazines, on television and is included in private and corporate collections around the world. She is represented by various galleries in Ontario, Alberta and British Columbia and participates in select exhibitions throughout the year.
The Poet
Jean Kallmeyer has been writing poetry and verse as long as she can remember but took it up seriously only after she retired. She began by studying for four years in a workshop led by the award winning poet A.F. Moritz, who was encouraging and helpful. This experience lent her the confidence to join her daughter, artist Sheila Davis, in an art and poetry show called Two Ways of Seeing in 2003. A member of the The Ontario Poetry Society, (TOPS) she is a regular contributor to Verse Afire, a tri-annual TOPS publication. Its local branch has distributed pamphlets, published a book containing poems by the members, and often holds readings in public places. She has been involved informally in many poetry events and workshops
Jean Kallmeyer has been writing poetry and verse as long as she can remember but took it up seriously only after she retired. She began by studying for four years in a workshop led by the award winning poet A.F. Moritz, who was encouraging and helpful. This experience lent her the confidence to join her daughter, artist Sheila Davis, in an art and poetry show called Two Ways of Seeing in 2003. A member of the The Ontario Poetry Society, (TOPS) she is a regular contributor to Verse Afire, a tri-annual TOPS publication. Its local branch has distributed pamphlets, published a book containing poems by the members, and often holds readings in public places. She has been involved informally in many poetry events and workshops
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WALK WITH ME
In spring, through violets and rain, white cherry blossoms on the breeze Past shimmering streams in summer’s heat, through fields of flowers, airless, still, Through heaps of golden autumn leaves when maples blaze upon the hill O, follow me through virgin snows & winter- frosted balsam trees Together, we will range the seasons through. Come, walk with me, as I remember you. First Touch - O/P 72 X 30 ● |
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DEEP IN THE WOODS
Deep in the woods A pool of sunlight Spills across the clearing A promise That beyond these shadows Life and joy still gleam And I am drawn As moth to yellow flame To seek you there Beyond these Shadow O/P 42 X 62 ● |
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SOMETHING WAITS
The air is heavy; sun shines Silver-grey through Vapour-laden cloud. A haze creeps ‘round the larches Blurring the fringes Of the frothy green. Alone, I feel a presence In this glen, And breathe your name. Something Waits O/P 36 X 48 ● |
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FEATHERED GLADE
Brushing the browof the adjacent hills the morning sun slants through these autumn woods silvering the birch, its frost-tipped leaves feather the air, drift to the forest floor layering the misty path beneath my feet. O, how I long to share this glade with you. Silver Glade O/P 40 X 48 ● |
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WHISPERING MIST
The sun glints through this grove of lingering green its scattered twigs thick-strewn along the trail White birch stand stark against the deepening wood amidst its shadows dark still mysteries lie here in the whispering mist I feel you near Whispers in the Mist O/P 40 X 48 ● |
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WHERE YELLOW IS
Even in rain these yellow leaves will shine incandescent through the mist and gloom. In yellow, hope abides—these woods in Fall, in Spring forsythia blooms, in jonquils, daffodils and dandelions— Yellow can cheer the dreariest of days, sun muffled deep in mournful clouds. O, love, I sense your spirit here, where yellow is. A Light Within O/P 42 X 42 |
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KISS ME HERE
Amid a veil of tender green small leaves of red like blushing lips cascade to hide a hollow shady bower beneath the trees The shadows shelter elfin shapes I sense enchantment in this place A spectral mood– I close my eyes my love, and feel your touch Kiss me Here O/P 36 X 36 ● |
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EMBRACING SPRING
Through budding boughs the gracious sun bends down to warm the fragrant soil beneath the trees the rich black earth erupts in glorious greens and random shoots of yellow pimpernel soft grasses sway in concert with the breeze awaiting daffodils to trumpet Spring Bless all the fallen leaves of yesteryear that nourish flowering glories of today nothing in nature ever truly dies I hear you say… Embracing Spring O/P 33 X 54 |
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WOODLANDS
Drenched in green, these woodlands, steeped in green, greens multi-hued — lush ferny undergrowth, dark cedar, lofty poplar, verdant pine new shoots of celadon, a stalk of jade, and here a leaf of teal reflects the sky -- If I were Daphne, rooted in these woods, green tendrils for my hair, O, would you weep and weave a wreath of laurel for your brow? In These Woods O/P 48 X 48 ● |
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SUMMER’S TOUCH
Mirrored all ‘round, dry grasses rim the stream, under a cobalt sky Peaches are ripe, the summer wheat is in, the vines are plump with promise Autumn beckons at the gate, and still, touches of summer linger Ah, love, your season’s done, and from this shore I harvest memories Summer's Touch O/P 40 X 48● |
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DREAM ALONG
This is my dream— A fairy-forestland With crayon-coloured trees and dancing leaves Charmed limbs that twist into exotic shapes And tiptoe quietly into the mist A light fantastical beams on a brook Who laughs along her merry way—and so If somehow you should magically appear I would not doubt my eyes But thank my stars and wish-- That we two never would awake-- Dream Along O/P 48 X 36 ● |
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TALL TREES
Tall cedars frame the scene Old peeling bark Reveals the mottled trunk The balding pate Bare branches weave A brittle barrier Beyond lies sapphire Brushwood, living green White birches, yellow Songbirds, surely, love There’s sun and shadow Life and death and you Tall Trees of peace, their Vigil Keep O/P 48 X 60 ● |
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AT WATER’S EDGE
They lean on one another Once proud trees Their fragile branches Interweave a web, A spider’s warp and weft Of brittle limbs, As they grey down to death At water’s edge. The wind wafts through A thicket on the shore Carrying your name As on a sigh. at Water's Edge O/P 48 X 48 |
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FOLLOW ME
Ice blue, the shadows On the deepening drifts Huddled against the boulders On the hill Snow sifts through leafless birches White on white And fills the spreading aprons Of the pines Here in the naked beauty Of these woods, no footfall Breaks the silence; you are near Nesting in the quiet of my heart. a Distant Cool O/P 48 X 36 ● |
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AFTERWORD
And if I were to seek you In these woods, I’d choose December dusk, Sol’s Dying flame Burnishing the bark Of towering trees, Copper columns Reaching for the heavens Then would your soul speak Were I to seek Last Glance O/P 72 X 30 |
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