Welcome to this virtual gallery of my paintings, most of which are now sold. I have similar works in galleries here in Asheville and Atlanta, in my Asheville studio and shop, or in progress. Please contact me to see what works are available for sale presently, about in person studio visits, virtual studio visits or about commissioning a piece inspired by what you see here. You will find prints and cards of my work in my Etsy shop too. You can also follow my works in progress on Instagram as Elizabetharthouse.
56 x 56 x 2 on canvas
The trees rustle to signal my return
I arrive in May this time
grieving with the greening leaves
buds opening above a stream streaming
This hollow or haven
melodious with sounds
my body knows
reminds me I am made of this stuff
enlivened by something or other of
life giving life
Here, I fully understand without any projections forward or back that I am here
there is no fear
or it is where that burden is laid down to bare.
In the most perfect of storms it is there
Nature in its own devices
plugs me into that which is best for me
unbeknownst to me
I can only liken it to two things now
A warm bed in winter
where my mother once pulled the covers up to my chin
kissed my forehead saying I love you
I breathed in her motherliness
And the day I lost my necklace and we spent all afternoon searching in the autumn leaves
I fell both in love with you for your effort
and with the Earth, holding me in my loss.
Rosarium, is latin for rose garden. This painting was inspired, well its inception was walking around a holy well in the centre of Ireland, not too far from Sliabh na mBan, the mountain of the women. ........As I walked around the well ( which was a crystal clear natural spring) I felt a thousand gentle whispers hung on the air, of the rosary that had been said in its circling. The ancientness of prayer and place and people connecting in circles was so gently there. This piece is a kind of rosary recognizing this old tradition of prayer and chant of the divine feminine and finding a central point, like in a flower, a centre of life, of nature's beauty reassuring us to walk the mystery.
" We are touched by what we touch, shaped by what we shape, enhanced by what we enhance" Thomas Berry
Good Day. Good Night. Old Friend. New Light Acrylic on canvas 72 x 60
Each painting is a remembering, a commemoration, and a ceremony of invitation that circles around the question of where we belong. Landscape painting has been for me an inevitable return to loving our natural world, crafting a way of devotional expression and praise.
Rose Acrylic on canvas 54 x 42 2020
following in the Hawk's flight, for Caít 2018 Oil on Canvas 48" x 36"
A painting asks to be so much more than a recording of a thing. Paintings long to be born, out of hands, out of pigments, oil and the air in which they are being made. An artist's inspiration is matched with the process of illuminating what was before a blank surface. What was nothing, is now something. Much of my work is made slowly with oil paints, considering this creative moment and pausing often to notice growth and becoming.