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Solitude, heartsease and victory

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New paintings are now available at Meyer Gallery, Park City. I started these late last year in the winter when I was dreaming of springtime and of brighter days ahead. Like many others, I found great comfort through walks in nature, contemplating the beauty of the landscape. “Heartsease” is a poem by Christina Rossetti which is simply about love and the symbolism of flowers. Heartsease is a much lovelier name for the pansy flower don’t you think? The painting “A Victorious Girl” represents my hopefulness and faith in overcoming adversity.

Masked Girl in a Landscape
©2021 Fatima Ronquillo, 10×8 inches, oil on panel
to inquire please email info@meyergallery.com or call (435) 649.8160
Hand with Christina Rossetti’s “Heartsease”
©2021 Fatima Ronquillo, 10×10 inches, oil on panel
to inquire please email info@meyergallery.com or call (435) 649.8160

Heartsease in my garden bed,
With sweetwilliam white and red,
Honeysuckle on my wall:
Heartsease blossoms in my heart
When sweet William comes to call,
But it withers when we part,
And the honey-trumpets fall.

Christina Rossetti 1830-1894
A Victorious Girl
©2021 Fatima Ronquillo, 12×9 inches, oil on panel
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New paintings of flora, fauna, love and loss

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I am pleased to present three new paintings which will be included in my upcoming solo show in Santa Fe on December 4. Please contact the Meyer Gallery for availability and purchase inquiries at email: meyersfnm@aol.com or via phone at 800-779-7387 or 505-983-1434

In creating this series of work, I found myself drawn to twisting florals and vines as if being cocooned by nature. All through the spring and summer, I have found solace and comfort through walking in nature, appreciating the wildflowers and birds inhabiting this beautiful New Mexico landscape. This fall is especially beautiful, the Aspens gilding the mountains with their golden leaves. I return to the recurring theme of Flora and Fauna to explore our relationship with Nature and that of Love and Loss because it is a time of strengthening our relationships with each other and a time of grief and hope.

Beloved,
In what other lives or lands
Have I known your lips
Your Hands
Your Laughter brave
Irreverent.
Those sweet excesses that
I do adore.
What surety is there
That we will meet again,
On other worlds some
Future time undated.
I defy my body’s haste.
Without the promise
Of one more sweet encounter
I will not deign to die.

~ REFUSAL by Maya Angelou

Refusal: Hand with Maya Angelou
2020, oil on panel, 7×5 inches


Clasped Hands with Hummingbirds and Passiflora
2020, oil on panel, 12×12 inches
The Watchers
2020, oil on panel, 20×16 inches

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Masked Eros

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“Masked Eros with Lover’s Eye” 12×9 inches, oil on panel
available at Meyer Gallery, Santa Fe

Love’s Philosophy

by Percy Bysshe Shelley

The fountains mingle with the river
And the rivers with the ocean,
The winds of heaven mix for ever
With a sweet emotion;
Nothing in the world is single;
All things by a law divine
In one spirit meet and mingle.
Why not I with thine?—

See the mountains kiss high heaven
And the waves clasp one another;
No sister-flower would be forgiven
If it disdained its brother;
And the sunlight clasps the earth
And the moonbeams kiss the sea:
What is all this sweet work worth
If thou kiss not me?

Bright Star

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“Bright Star” 12×9 inches, oil on panel at Meyer East Gallery SOLD

Bright star, would I were stedfast as thou art–
Not in lone splendour hung aloft the night
And watching, with eternal lids apart,
Like nature’s patient, sleepless Eremite,
The moving waters at their priestlike task
Of pure ablution round earth’s human shores,
Or gazing on the new soft-fallen mask
Of snow upon the mountains and the moors–
No–yet still stedfast, still unchangeable,
Pillow’d upon my fair love’s ripening breast,
To feel for ever its soft fall and swell,
Awake for ever in a sweet unrest,
Still, still to hear her tender-taken breath,
And so live ever–or else swoon to death.

~ “Bright Star” by John Keats