"He has made everything beautiful in its time."

Sunrise over Lost Province, Ashe County, NC

Sunrise over Lost Province, Ashe County, NC

"He has made everything beautiful in its time."  (Ecclesiates 3:11)

Such is encouragement offered, so freely
while we busy over important matters in time,
snagged by the demands of a taskmaster
who frankly has no hold, except in a figment of vapour


Eyeing the Cumbrian hills, ears for beckoning calls in Furness Fells
rallying to explore before I could pedal my legs,
startled at the escape of vanishing tides, twice a day, rushing faster than a man can run
over Duddon Sands, fleeing to another world in perfect timing – lashing rain for nothing


Driving deluge washed my cheeks – they had this funny saying
“if you can see the Isle of Man, it’s going to rain,
if you can’t? - it’s already raining”, oblivious
to distractions, the sea waters run and, like clockwork, come back again


I was hemmed in between mountains and Sea of Ireland
nose to the upstairs windowpane, drenched glass could smell - gazing west -
a little girl was growing up in a distant land, belonging to another shore
a companion in the forming – so Beautiful, what we don’t understand.....


It is the beginning of November now, and we are rapidly running into the turn of the year! Clocks move next week, one way or the other, I haven't checked which way yet. Autumn colours were not as brilliant as in other years, with leaves dropping off before they had chance to change expectantly. But there were appearances which gave way to some expression.

I seem to have a short memory except for flashbacks to early years, which can be quite vivid in detail, hence the little poem.

It is certainly the season for celebrating changes in colour and what better way to celebrate the gift of sight than to paint! I just don't paint enough. One thing I have been pondering on is the remarkable organ we have in the eye, in fact a pair of eyes giving us the ability to perceive depth – they seem to be well balanced when positioned on the human face. Have you ever thought how well they are generally able to perform? Clearly, the eye has the ability to be optical in both directions, peering out and looking in!

We take it for granted and we assume so much without thinking longingly. When we look out, we have no end of sources for inspiration and wonderment. When someone observes into those same eyes, the soul is not consealed.

It's been a gentle month, relaxing production, which I have loaded onto the "FOR SALE" tab. All three paintings are subjects within my immediate neighbourhood and each one has a story to tell...... 

Detonation of Evening Light, Lost Province, Ashe County, NC

Detonation of Evening Light, Lost Province, Ashe County, NC

George Kosinski

George Kosinski was born in Scotland, raised on the romantic shores of the Irish Sea, on the edge of the English Lake District, where he practiced Architecture from 1978 to 1991, before embarking on a full time career as a watercolor artist based in Jerusalem from 1991 – 2000. A sojourner at heart, he traveled throughout Israel, Palestine, Lebanon, Syria, Jordan, Sinai & Egypt, a troubled region, but where he was immersed in hospitality. He communicated his affection for historic buildings and pristine landscapes through the wonderful picture language of art, easily understood across borders and what has become a very personal journey in watercolors …. From 2002 until now, he has lived in a quiet spot out of trouble, in the Appalachian mountains, contrasting with the desert places due to an abundance of rainwater, which profoundly influenced the colors of his palette. During an interlude in the coastal region of South Carolina in 2012, George enjoyed studying the splendor of Brookgreen Gardens and remnants of old plantations rich in wildlife. Steeped in history, there was a pull-back to the old country while looking at historic buildings and spending a three month artist residency at Hobcaw Barony, near Georgetown. Not being enamored with settling down, he has returned to Ashe Co in the Blue Ridge Mountains, which he calls "home". Here, he peacefully continues studies of ancient creeks, flowers, mists and the play of the sun while still painting fast disappearing remnants of the Near East, where the skills of masonry and hand-crafted geometric designs are almost long gone. His studio is open to visitors by appointment As a footnote George experienced a serious stroke in October 2014. He is obstinate and determined to continue painting, thankful for being alive. He continues to be a lover of life, thank God