Landscapes
by Joan Tumpson
 
 
I grew up in West Virginia, always close to the country; farms, barns, fields, the ancient Appalachian mountains, worn almost to hills, the Ohio River, along whose banks we sometimes drove up and back to Pittsburgh, my parents' hometown. Those trips were crowded and full of excitement and beautiful. If we were lucky, my Dad would recite Robert W. Service poetry ("Now Sam McGee came from Tennessee, where the cotton blooms and blows.")
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I have also been inspired by the low country landscape and seascape near my sister's house in Charleston, South Carolina, where I spent several summers painting. Any terrain is a landscape - even the hills and valleys of the human face. But if one can paint places to which one is connected, by memory and longing, the work becomes a retreat. In this work, I try to create secret paths and places. If I am sad, I can go there. . .
 
Behind My House in West Virginia
oil on canvas, 36"h x 48"w
Farm Outside Paw Paw, West Virginia
oil on canvas, 24"h x 48"
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Forestscape West Virginia
oil on canvas, 36" x 36"
Old Post Office on Wadmalaw Island,
South C
arolina
oil on canvas, 36" h x 48" w
Road Not Taken (Spring)
oil on canvas, 24"h x 20"
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Wadmalaw Road
oil on canvas, 30"h x 40"w
Yellow Field, West Virginia (study)
pastel study on paper, 8" x 8"
Yellow Field, West Virginia
oil on canvas, 36" x 36"
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