'Jane Delawney Had Her Dreams' by Jim Burns

'Jane Delawney Had Her Dreams' Artwork by Jim Burns
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Title: 'Jane Delawney Had Her Dreams'
Date Created: 2018
Copyright: © Jim Burns
Genre: Unpublished Art
Mediums: Oils
Views: 712
Posted: 12/7/2018

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Jim Burns
Member Since September 2013

Projects: I have a few quite large-scale projects currently in progress.Some are commissions whilst others are personal. Of these latter, one is based on a Keats poem - 'Isabella, or The Pot of Basil' and which I'm calling 'Poor Lorenzo', another called 'Song to the Moon' and which is inspired by the story of Rusalka and in particular the Dvorak opera of that name. A third personal piece is based on the song 'The Garden of Jane Delawney' by late 1960s English electric folk group, Trees. Commissions include a large piece based on A Game of Thrones and also a 'SpaceBabe' painting for a U.S. collector. Some pencil work - drawings of mythological creatures are underway..steadily building up a collection of those. I'm moving slowly away from commercial work - which was mostly bookjacket work in my case - as this territory has been commandeered largely by a brilliant new generation of 'digitally savvy' artists..and whilst I do the occasional digital piece my preference is for painting and in particular I'd like to produce more, large scale personal paintings - wiith maybe a shift away from acrylics on board towards oils on canvas. My retrospective collection 'The Art of Jim Burns: Hyperluminal' was published in the UK by Titan Books in Septemebr 2014.

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 (based on the song 'The Garden of Jane Delawney' by 'Trees'..1969) Oils on linen The poet's voice lingers on His words hang in the air The ground you walk upon Might as well not be there Might as well not be there I'll take you through my dreams Out into the darkest morning Past the blood filled streams Into the garden of Jane Delawney Into the garden now Though the rose is fair Don't pluck it as you pass For a fire will consume your hair And your eyes will turn to glass Your eyes will turn to glass 
In the willow's shade Don't lie to hear it weep For its tears of gold and jade Will drown you as you sleep Will drown you now Jane Delawney had her dreams That she never did discover For the flow that feeds the stream Is the life blood of her lover Is the life blood of her lover And the purifying beam Of the sun will shine here never While the spirit of her dream In the garden lives forever Lives forever now

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