Gari Hatch's Paintings and Poetry
“Purple reach—cork-screw blue—branches stretch—the painting’s muse.” ~ Gari Hatch

“Purple reach—cork-screw blue—branches stretch—the painting’s muse.” ~ Gari Hatch

“Of autumn sun, of autumn tree—our inner beings reach for these.” ~ Gari Hatch

“Of autumn sun, of autumn tree—our inner beings reach for these.” ~ Gari Hatch

“Into the kingdom of the glimmered fleck—of the blue emissions that spill and jet.” ~ Gari Hatch

“Into the kingdom of the glimmered fleck—of the blue emissions that spill and jet.” ~ Gari Hatch

“The past becomes a texture, an ambience to our present.” ~ Paul Scott

“The past becomes a texture, an ambience to our present.” ~ Paul Scott


“Into deep magenta—into the depths of blue—of golden hues that always knew to weave a stardust tulle.” ~ Gari Hatch

“Into deep magenta—into the depths of blue—of golden hues that always knew to weave a stardust tulle.” ~ Gari Hatch

“The key to understanding any people is in its art: its writing, painting, sculpture.”  ~ Louis L’Amour (artworks by Gari Hatch)

“The key to understanding any people is in its art: its writing, painting, sculpture.”  ~ Louis L’Amour (artworks by Gari Hatch)

Sculpted Textural Painting:
20” x 24” surface
Acrylic on sculpted acrylic plaster
with embedded stones on canvas

“Arms Embrace”

Stones are raised
on
the trinity tree,

arms embrace
what
descends free.

Do we seek the root,
which
holds the praise?

Does it travel
upward
pointing the way?

From
the scarred plane,
the scoured trace,

the sacred seeks
to
spend the grace.

Gari Hatch

10-09-2014

Sculpted Textural Painting:

20” x 24” surface

Acrylic on sculpted acrylic plaster

with embedded stones on canvas

“Arms Embrace”

Stones are raised

on

the trinity tree,

arms embrace

what

descends free.

Do we seek the root,

which

holds the praise?

Does it travel

upward

pointing the way?

From

the scarred plane,

the scoured trace,

the sacred seeks

to

spend the grace.

Gari Hatch

10-09-2014

10-08-2014 / Fifth Day: The morning sunlight christens this new work as the progress continues. “My first memory is of light—the brightness of light—light all around.” ~ Georgia O’Keeffe

10-08-2014 / Fifth Day: The morning sunlight christens this new work as the progress continues. “My first memory is of light—the brightness of light—light all around.” ~ Georgia O’Keeffe

“Sometimes—you gravitate to a whiter shade of pale.” ~ Gari Hatch

“Sometimes—you gravitate to a whiter shade of pale.” ~ Gari Hatch

“Into a space deep in the wood—there is a quiet place you’re understood.” ~ Gari Hatch

“Into a space deep in the wood—there is a quiet place you’re understood.” ~ Gari Hatch