IDA HARM
LAST SEEDS
THE WOODS
GREEN LEAVES
CHILDHOOD MEMORIES
ROOTS & FOLIAGE
TREES & WATERS
A PLACE, A WAITING
GARDENS
TOTEM TREES
FLOWERS
last seeds
It has always fascinated me the unexpressed power of the seed from which the trunk, wood, leaves, branches, and in turn itself again are formed. It is, the seed, a perfect symbolism for children who strive to recognize their destiny expanding their freedom. (more of these foolish thoughts on my Catalogue)
a pine cone open to spread seeds all around- white background
a close nutshell floating on a dark background full with words by K. Gibran about Seeds and their growth
greeb acorn suspended on a thread on black background
an open mature, red, pomegranate symbol of unity, passion, life
Particular, focus on the pomegranate
like a draft, this pine cone is completely white. On the background words by poet K Gibran
suspended pine cone
the pine cone is the motherhood of the forest
green leaves
The green is the colour of meditation, the union between giving and receiving, opposites that attract and repel, the blue that sucks up and the yellow that invades. A colour of balance and quietness.
Prairie, a field under a big tree in Melbourne Botanical Gardens
A giant tree in a field
Oak tree on a field
Oak tree on a field
Oak tree
Oak tree
This tree no longer exists: it was facing the sea and giving shade to the fishermen along a road... but for some reason to someone it was a problem.
Big green tree
Childhood memories
tree
Little wood ( diptic)
a place a waiting
Home, maternity mean fixed home, a sedentary life. A peaceful situation but that doesn’t allow major movements or travels. In an irony of fate, I read on those very chairs etchings by various convinced nomads.
A bench under an apple tree in a garden
A bench in a park in autumn
A double seta bench under a tree in a park
A bench under a tree along the Danube river in Austria. 100x120 cm
A bench under an apple tree
A bench under an apple tree in Val Pusteria, north Italy. It is a diptic.
A bench under an apple tree
A place for two, a bench under a tree in a park. Violets and purples.
sketch of a chair
Anatomy of restlessness was a book by Chatwin that i was reading right under that tree.
the woods
The tree transforms into a forest with reduced dimensions, a pastoral wood, where a path is merely suggested, often shown up by the light. It is a place where I ask myself new questions and where I find a formal voice.
A PASSAGE THROU THE TREES THAT LEADS TO A LIGHT, A FIELD, A CALM PLACE
Column of the sky from words by K. Gibran. Three poplas view from below.
Little wood
Lights of the wood. A wood of birches.
Arcadic little wood
A well-known path throu the dark green wood
A way of a pilgrimage where light is the only leading guide though a forest of doubts.
Towards the wood; a place in Australia
Diptic: a wood of white birches in the morning light
A wood of eucalyptus in Australia.
Wood of beeches in the snow with red foliage
childhood memories
In this group of works I tend to instinctively associate garden with childhood because I feel it is an image of the golden age, lost forever with its greedy fruits.
A BOY PLAYING WITH A FOLDED PAPER BOAT. IS HE CATCHING IT OR LETTING IT GO?
Up in the air on a swing, a girl looks over the horizon. What does she see?
A yellow tree in the colorful fall with a swing hanging on it, waiting for someone.
Another girl on a swing: I started with this subject when I knew I was expecting a baby girl.
A swing and a tree next to a path along the river. North Italy.
A child under a plum tree in a lush garden
A child amidst a fruitful garden and playing with a pear.
on a swing, diptic
A girl on a swing
God was in us is a sentence by Giovanni Segantini, a fantastic Italian painter. I agreed with this when I feel I have lost some of my infancy
gardens
The tree has here become coloured, it grows in a garden and gives shade, protection and food. It has found its space, enclosed in the garden. The garden, where life continues its fluid cycle, protected, pure.
A hidden, misterious, private secret garden with gate and walls covered with foliage
A historic park of a Venetian Villa along the Brenta River. North Italy
A historic park of a Venetian Villa along the Brenta River. North Italy
A historic park of a Venetian Villa along the Brenta River during the autumnal foliage. North Italy
Apple tree on a beautiful secret garden. A gift to my husband on our wedding day.
Memory of the apple tree ( the mother) . The fruits are its memory, present and destiny.
Memory of the apple tree ( the mother) . The fruits are its memory, present and destiny.
From Casanova: women are like cherries, one leads to the other
Childhood in the secret garden of infancy, of memory, of purety, of soul. It is one of the series: botanical portraits
A child under a tree. It is one of the series: botanical portraits
Nicolò and his thoughts. A kid playing with a sun beam in the garden of chidhood.
roots and foliage
The tree dresses itself with an uniform foliage, compact, intent on hiding what is essential, something in itself that it doesn’t want to reveal but wants to shelter and protect.
A WALNUT TREE IN FIEMME VALLEY IN THE ALPS. IN WINTER.
Autumn leaves in Tuscany
Oak
Ancient oak in the country side of Padova, north Italy.
The tree of life. I started using texts and words with the painting.
I used to spend my holidays in Tuscany , Maremma. This is one of those oaks I loved.
Tuscan oak
Tree in the desert. Seppia.
The "I am" painting, which states as a self-portrait who I am. I don't know if I made myself clear.. but anyways...
trees and waters
Gradually I eliminate more elements and remain meditating with and on little: earth, water and the tree’s breath...a cloud suspended half way between the canvas and the sea.
Australia eucalyptus in front of the blue ocean
From the tradtional Scottish song, a poem and a painting are here mixed together.
Themore I paint, the more I take out. I remained with air, water and light. Enough.
A work on commission: they asked me for a painting with the see but with no trees.... ;)
A work on commission: they asked me for a painting with the see but with no trees.... ;)
A landscape from Australia with eucalyptus and the blue ocean.
A title taken from H. Hesse poetic words. A landscape from Australia with eucalyptus and the blue ocean.
totem trees
Trees that survive the harsh of the desert, that can depend on just a feel of humidity have always reminded me of the power of faith.
A drawing that you can hang vertically ( the tree) or horizontally ( a branch).
birch, collage
tree sacred trees
a tree that survives in the desert with the solely force of hope in a drop of humidity.
Female tree: the branches open wide and the trunk is red.
The trunk is completely illuminated by the light of the moon.
desert tree
desert tree
flower power
A special limited edition dedicated to tulips, peonies, dandelions and little spontaneaous flowers to greet spring.
Original on canvas
Original on canvas
Original on canvas
Original on canvas
Original on canvas
Original painting on canvas then glued on cardboard. Very light, it can be hanged from the ceiling, glued on a door, or stand alone.
Original painting on canvas then glued on cardboard. Very light, it can be hanged from the ceiling, glued on a door, or stand alone.
Original painting on canvas then glued on cardboard. Very light, it can be hanged from the ceiling, glued on a door, or stand alone.
Original painting on canvas then glued on cardboard. Very light, it can be hanged from the ceiling, glued on a door, or stand alone.