*Exhibition collection paintings are available in the exhibition shop.
Artworks not on offer are in Private, GSY Gallery Collections and Shizico Yi Archive.
Artworks not on offer are in Private, GSY Gallery Collections and Shizico Yi Archive.
3rd Movement
Sisters
Mother Tree
by Shizico Yi
Every day, I come to lay my palms on your wise, wide trunk --
all one hundred and thirty rings of it.
I talk to you in thoughts,
words started like:
Mother tree, teach me.
Teach me to stand rooted in the core of the earth,
give me your branches, like hundreds of ears listening from the sky,
take me to see with a silent heart.
Teach me to listen.
I could hear so clear the sounds of the city,
birds, wind chimes, the engines on the high street.
Carried me through my veins,
from my ears to palms,
to your trunk then to the tips of your branches;
lift me into your panorama.
I hear what you hear.
I feel your heartbeat.
Like an old friend,
I know you, a wise soul, sister.
You have seen one hundred and thirty years
of people, horses, cars, footsteps, joy, friendship, grief,
lonely men and women walking dogs --
in rain, in summer heat,
cats straying,
magpies and ravens nesting in your crown,
seagulls laying their chicks;
Octobers into Novembers,
resting each year beneath millions of fallen leaves.
weathered a thousand storms,
endured decades of cruel pollarding,
oh, our stupid, selfish human hands.
And still — here you are,
just be.
Each day, for that brief moment,
I find the essence of self;
I rest with you,
the essence of being.
I thought I knew trees.
But after loving you, Mother tree,
for the first time I understand:
the connection between us and a tree
is something so sacred --
as ancient as time itself.
by Shizico Yi
Every day, I come to lay my palms on your wise, wide trunk --
all one hundred and thirty rings of it.
I talk to you in thoughts,
words started like:
Mother tree, teach me.
Teach me to stand rooted in the core of the earth,
give me your branches, like hundreds of ears listening from the sky,
take me to see with a silent heart.
Teach me to listen.
I could hear so clear the sounds of the city,
birds, wind chimes, the engines on the high street.
Carried me through my veins,
from my ears to palms,
to your trunk then to the tips of your branches;
lift me into your panorama.
I hear what you hear.
I feel your heartbeat.
Like an old friend,
I know you, a wise soul, sister.
You have seen one hundred and thirty years
of people, horses, cars, footsteps, joy, friendship, grief,
lonely men and women walking dogs --
in rain, in summer heat,
cats straying,
magpies and ravens nesting in your crown,
seagulls laying their chicks;
Octobers into Novembers,
resting each year beneath millions of fallen leaves.
weathered a thousand storms,
endured decades of cruel pollarding,
oh, our stupid, selfish human hands.
And still — here you are,
just be.
Each day, for that brief moment,
I find the essence of self;
I rest with you,
the essence of being.
I thought I knew trees.
But after loving you, Mother tree,
for the first time I understand:
the connection between us and a tree
is something so sacred --
as ancient as time itself.
Jardin d'Hiver Series
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Left top and bottom: Sunlit Diptych ( Private O. M. Hedger Collection, London);
Sunlit Series Quadriptych-Gold Leaf with Oil
Sunlit Series Quadriptych-Gold Leaf with Oil
Landscape Memory Series
Left : Set of 6 ( Private R. Babb Collection, Taxes, U.S.A.)
centre dark gold: ( A. Ross, Charleston, USA.)
centre yellow gold: (M. Ford Collection, England. UK)
right hand side: Sunlit Series- Landscape Memories ,
51 x 40 x 1.5 CM ( available in the gallery shop)
Left : Set of 6 ( Private R. Babb Collection, Taxes, U.S.A.)
centre dark gold: ( A. Ross, Charleston, USA.)
centre yellow gold: (M. Ford Collection, England. UK)
right hand side: Sunlit Series- Landscape Memories ,
51 x 40 x 1.5 CM ( available in the gallery shop)
Foxgloves-Summer Bloom Series
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Once in a Sturgeon Moon,
oil with gold-leaf on canvas
oil with gold-leaf on canvas
Exhibition continues to- 4th Movement , to Make a Garden...
