Online Showcase: The Ecchoing Green

Apr 7, 2020 by AuraofAbstractionA Palette of Words

The Ecchoing Green

By William Blake

The sun does arise,
And make happy the skies.
The merry bells ring
To welcome the Spring.
The sky-lark and thrush,
The birds of the bush,
Sing louder around,
To the bells’ cheerful sound.
While our sports shall be seen
On the Ecchoing Green.

The Robin, 2019–20, oil on panel, 22.8 x 30.4cm

*Left to Right:* Blossom by Nick Carrick, 2020, oil on linen, 45cm x 40cm | Darklingthrush Wood by Joe Packer, 2018, oil on canvas, 160 x 145cm

Painter in his Garden by Barry McGlashan

Old John, with white hair
Does laugh away care,
Sitting under the oak,
Among the old folk.
They laugh at our play,
And soon they all say,
Such, such were the joys.
When we all girls & boys,
In our youth-time were seen,
On the Ecchoing Green.

Two Boys in a Tree by Matthew Krishanu, 2019, oil on board, 61 x 46cm (Government Art Collection, UK; photo: Peter Mallet)

Boy and Bull by Matthew Krishanu, 2012, oil on board, 21 x 30cm (photo: Peter Mallet)

A Memory of Presence, 2018–19, oil on panel, 30.5 x 40.5cm

Resurrection 2 by Fiona G Roberts, ink on paper

Trees and Water by Matthew Krishanu, 2016, oil on canvas board, 20 x 15cm

Weevercleeve by Joe Packer, 2019, oil on canvas, 127 x 97cm

Soft Eyes, 2018–19, oil on panel, 45.7 x 61cm

Till the little ones weary
No more can be merry
The sun does descend,
And our sports have an end:
Round the laps of their mothers.
Many sisters and brothers,
Like birds in their nest.
Are ready for rest;
And sport no more seen,
On the darkening Green.