What We Need Is Here original canvas painting

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Originally a mural celebrating nature in the mountains of Japan, and now words that have centred me closer to home as I ride the parenting rollercoaster and figure out who I am all over again.

During a particularly low time, whilst feeling like motherhood had left little of my own self intact, I got on my bike and rode up to the South Downs. As I crunched over gravel and churned my legs uphill I felt so much joy, elation and relief at finding a part of myself again. The sun was out, the air was delicious and the views were awe inspiring. I have always felt best when outside and moving, but I’d lost sight of that in the fog of overwhelm.

These hills had been here the whole time, and my bike had been waiting for me in the hallway. Instead of making drastic changes to my life I just needed to remember what was already here.

The colours are inspired by the rolling hills of the South Downs as well as the red autumn leaves of Japan that framed the original mural.

This painting aims to offer a quiet space to reflect on what we already have and what is already here.

Ideal for marking the centre of home. Or as a gift for those who thrive in nature.

Painting details

  • 70cm x 50cm x 4cm

  • Acrylic on canvas

  • Painted by Naomi and one of a kind

  • Signed on the front

  • Ready to hang

  • Comes with Certificate of Authenticity

This canvas has an extra deep 4cm edge, meaning it looks great hung as it is without necessarily needing to be framed (but of course you still can if you want).

The words of this artwork come from the title of a poem by Wendell Berry, one of my favourite poets.

Please see ‘shipping & poetry’ below for further info and the full poem.

Originally a mural celebrating nature in the mountains of Japan, and now words that have centred me closer to home as I ride the parenting rollercoaster and figure out who I am all over again.

During a particularly low time, whilst feeling like motherhood had left little of my own self intact, I got on my bike and rode up to the South Downs. As I crunched over gravel and churned my legs uphill I felt so much joy, elation and relief at finding a part of myself again. The sun was out, the air was delicious and the views were awe inspiring. I have always felt best when outside and moving, but I’d lost sight of that in the fog of overwhelm.

These hills had been here the whole time, and my bike had been waiting for me in the hallway. Instead of making drastic changes to my life I just needed to remember what was already here.

The colours are inspired by the rolling hills of the South Downs as well as the red autumn leaves of Japan that framed the original mural.

This painting aims to offer a quiet space to reflect on what we already have and what is already here.

Ideal for marking the centre of home. Or as a gift for those who thrive in nature.

Painting details

  • 70cm x 50cm x 4cm

  • Acrylic on canvas

  • Painted by Naomi and one of a kind

  • Signed on the front

  • Ready to hang

  • Comes with Certificate of Authenticity

This canvas has an extra deep 4cm edge, meaning it looks great hung as it is without necessarily needing to be framed (but of course you still can if you want).

The words of this artwork come from the title of a poem by Wendell Berry, one of my favourite poets.

Please see ‘shipping & poetry’ below for further info and the full poem.

Shipping & poetry

There are two shipping options for this canvas painting:

  • £30 without insurance

  • £160 fully insured

It’s unfortunately very expensive to ship a painting with full insurance. I package paintings in a thick blanket of bubblewrap and inside a tight fitting cardboard box, and when sent by regular courier in the past I’ve had no damage issues. However I obviously can’t guarantee this and so have also provided an option with full insurance if you would prefer the peace of mind.

Please note that if you choose the shipping option without insurance I can’t accept any liability for loss or damage once it is with the courier.

What We Need Is Here by Wendell Berry

Horseback on Sunday morning,
harvest over, we taste persimmon
and wild grape, sharp sweet
of summer's end. In time's maze
over fall fields, we name names
that rest on graves. We open
a persimmon seed to find the tree
that stands in promise,
pale, in the seed's marrow.
Geese appear high over us,
pass, and the sky closes. Abandon,
as in love or sleep, holds
them to their way, clear
in the ancient faith: what we need
is here. And we pray, not
for new earth or heaven, but to be
quiet in heart, and in eye,
clear. What we need is here.

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