Thank you so much for this. I especially love your sharing about your travels in England and visiting bookstores. I'm off to England next month and part of my time will be spent searching out bookstores and writing about them. Hatchard's and Blackwell's are on my list as well as little indies tucked in corners and down side streets. My "job" or rather vocation is selling books in a bookstore that is a church ministry as well as an independent bookstore. The older I get (I'm 73) the deeper I'm called into "reading and writing a life". Grateful for places like this that feel safe.
In the past few years, while battling (and defeating) my own illness, I fell into writing a story that I am now driven to finish. There is an impatience that arises in me, pursuing what certainly feels like the object of my life's work. It's exhilarating to be so focused, yet I have a terror that percolates under the surface of not finishing in time. I'm not sure if this is a hold over from being ill for so long, or because the story is deeply intertwined with death. I just know it must be done, because it all feels so very meaningful.
Bunt's paintings call to that place in me. The looking to the distance, walking or cycling without a clear indication of when he will arrive. All done in the company of a beloved animal. It reminds me that the process, the yearning, and the simply existing is not to be forgotten, and ultimately, is more important than the destination. I write this as my animal best friend, a little red tabby who has also battled grave illness, sits behind my head. Ever my traveling companion.
Susan, I enjoy everything you share in The Quiet Life, and when you profile an artist’s creations I am delighted. Gary Bunt’s creations have me imagining walking along those paths with him and enjoying the quiet and beauty of it all. Please continue sharing such tributes/profiles with us. Thanks so much.
They are very whimsical, so I can’t even see Whatever Life Brings as being melancholy - my eyes are just constantly drawn to the light on the timber and the pebbles.
Susan, thank you once again for spoiling us with a new creative to admire.
I do love the Riverbank ... the single cross behind a little gate drew my eye. A marker for a gravesite perhaps, the old man and his dog having just visited. The gravesite sits by itself ... but not above being surrounded by the vibrancy of all nature offers.
I started writing in my 40s ... and still working on the same trilogy 20+ years later. Gentle progress, but time now to finish and to move onto a new set of characters.
Inexplicably sad when I saw the IG post announcing that Gary Bunt had left us. A sense of regret too, that I will not get to see new pieces from the artist which I was so looking forward to. I did not know of Gary Bunt until your post introducing his art and found myself lingering at his website and smiling as I took time to reflect upon each and every piece of artwork featured on his website, immensely grateful. In fact, the joy was so hard to contain that I had to share his work with my loved ones. Thank you Susan for this lovely tribute to the man, I really appreciate it.
Gary Bunt's artworks' fresh poignancy caught my heart too some months ago when you first introduced us to him, Susan. Sad to think there will be no new images of his brave and braw Old Man with Dog, tho' we're grateful for each and all of those he's offered to the world. They're uniquely touching, tugging out something from our hearts' depths with their soft, distinctive bittersweetness.
Our own last dog, literally 'last' since we're beyond romping with a new 'un, was a 'rescue'. Pixel needed to learn to trust again, and learn she did. As a smooth-coated jack russell of the sturdy 'puddin'-jack' type, she looked very like the wee dog in these paintings. Together she and we lived out our jaunty years' fading so companionably: loving chuckles and tender smiles still arise easily, her lasting gift to us. And here it's as if she lives anew, with this lovely Old Man representative of us all. Beautiful, and nourishing!
Please do remind us again of Gary Bunt -- and the quiet strength we find in his art -- going forward? Thanks always for sharing him -- yup, he's forever one of Us.
Susan, thank you for letting us know of Gary's passing to eternal light. When you introduced his work a few months ago, I lingered on his website, viewing and reading. His prose as well as his visual art captured my heart. I featured his work with credit given to both Gary and you on Keynotes I created for spiritual accompaniment. Your words convey a gentle honor of his life, his creative talents, and his presence in our world. Thank you.
I loved this, Susan! I had never heard of him, but his paintings you shared here DO feel comforting. Yes, more of this, please!
And at 53, I'm slowly coming together for my true calling. It's been a lifelong journey with many wrong turns. By finally allowing myself to be lead to it by the grace of the Universe, it's now within sight.
I am sorry we lost this guy, his absence a lose to humanity. There is no such thing can be articulated like paintings are drawn by a very high sensitive artist.
Thank you so much for this. I especially love your sharing about your travels in England and visiting bookstores. I'm off to England next month and part of my time will be spent searching out bookstores and writing about them. Hatchard's and Blackwell's are on my list as well as little indies tucked in corners and down side streets. My "job" or rather vocation is selling books in a bookstore that is a church ministry as well as an independent bookstore. The older I get (I'm 73) the deeper I'm called into "reading and writing a life". Grateful for places like this that feel safe.
I am grateful for your posts Susan. You bring peace to my soul.
In the past few years, while battling (and defeating) my own illness, I fell into writing a story that I am now driven to finish. There is an impatience that arises in me, pursuing what certainly feels like the object of my life's work. It's exhilarating to be so focused, yet I have a terror that percolates under the surface of not finishing in time. I'm not sure if this is a hold over from being ill for so long, or because the story is deeply intertwined with death. I just know it must be done, because it all feels so very meaningful.
Bunt's paintings call to that place in me. The looking to the distance, walking or cycling without a clear indication of when he will arrive. All done in the company of a beloved animal. It reminds me that the process, the yearning, and the simply existing is not to be forgotten, and ultimately, is more important than the destination. I write this as my animal best friend, a little red tabby who has also battled grave illness, sits behind my head. Ever my traveling companion.
I lift to my creative spirits mid point of a work day. Thank you.
Susan, I enjoy everything you share in The Quiet Life, and when you profile an artist’s creations I am delighted. Gary Bunt’s creations have me imagining walking along those paths with him and enjoying the quiet and beauty of it all. Please continue sharing such tributes/profiles with us. Thanks so much.
They are very whimsical, so I can’t even see Whatever Life Brings as being melancholy - my eyes are just constantly drawn to the light on the timber and the pebbles.
I know what you mean, that’s how I feel too. In fact, that word, whimsical, I think encapsulates what draws me to British art in general.
Susan, thank you once again for spoiling us with a new creative to admire.
I do love the Riverbank ... the single cross behind a little gate drew my eye. A marker for a gravesite perhaps, the old man and his dog having just visited. The gravesite sits by itself ... but not above being surrounded by the vibrancy of all nature offers.
I started writing in my 40s ... and still working on the same trilogy 20+ years later. Gentle progress, but time now to finish and to move onto a new set of characters.
Big love, Susan. x
Inexplicably sad when I saw the IG post announcing that Gary Bunt had left us. A sense of regret too, that I will not get to see new pieces from the artist which I was so looking forward to. I did not know of Gary Bunt until your post introducing his art and found myself lingering at his website and smiling as I took time to reflect upon each and every piece of artwork featured on his website, immensely grateful. In fact, the joy was so hard to contain that I had to share his work with my loved ones. Thank you Susan for this lovely tribute to the man, I really appreciate it.
Gary Bunt's artworks' fresh poignancy caught my heart too some months ago when you first introduced us to him, Susan. Sad to think there will be no new images of his brave and braw Old Man with Dog, tho' we're grateful for each and all of those he's offered to the world. They're uniquely touching, tugging out something from our hearts' depths with their soft, distinctive bittersweetness.
Our own last dog, literally 'last' since we're beyond romping with a new 'un, was a 'rescue'. Pixel needed to learn to trust again, and learn she did. As a smooth-coated jack russell of the sturdy 'puddin'-jack' type, she looked very like the wee dog in these paintings. Together she and we lived out our jaunty years' fading so companionably: loving chuckles and tender smiles still arise easily, her lasting gift to us. And here it's as if she lives anew, with this lovely Old Man representative of us all. Beautiful, and nourishing!
Please do remind us again of Gary Bunt -- and the quiet strength we find in his art -- going forward? Thanks always for sharing him -- yup, he's forever one of Us.
Loved this tribute, loved the paintings, and loved the feeling of love I feel after reading most of your QLLetters. You just speak to me.
And please continue your artist profiles!
Susan, thank you for letting us know of Gary's passing to eternal light. When you introduced his work a few months ago, I lingered on his website, viewing and reading. His prose as well as his visual art captured my heart. I featured his work with credit given to both Gary and you on Keynotes I created for spiritual accompaniment. Your words convey a gentle honor of his life, his creative talents, and his presence in our world. Thank you.
His artwork indeed reminded me of my father and the various dogs in our family.
Beautiful artwork, story, and man❤️
Art and art history letters would be very cool!
I loved this, Susan! I had never heard of him, but his paintings you shared here DO feel comforting. Yes, more of this, please!
And at 53, I'm slowly coming together for my true calling. It's been a lifelong journey with many wrong turns. By finally allowing myself to be lead to it by the grace of the Universe, it's now within sight.
I am sorry we lost this guy, his absence a lose to humanity. There is no such thing can be articulated like paintings are drawn by a very high sensitive artist.