Far From the madding crowd
ian scott massie
4th october - 31st December
This is one of many famous quotations from Thomas Gray’s Elegy Written in a Country Churchyard.
"The poem was written at Stoke Poges churchyard, a little north of Slough. Gray was hearing the bell of the curfew tower at Windsor Castle a few miles away as evening falls. I loved the poem when I was a teenager, visited the churchyard at sunset and it still all feels so familiar to me - the South Buckinghamshire landscape, the yew trees, the elaborate tombs and the mounds marking where the poor were buried, the silent owl, the whirring .flight of the beetle, the twittering of the swallows. It is parochial and yet universal because of its very human message that “the paths of glory lead but to the grave” and that pomp and poverty are meaningless in the face of death.
When I was asked to paint something inspired by the quotation I thought of some of my other favourite lines and how they could be envisioned with Masham's churchyard and the Dale’s landscape - the sunset light, the ploughed furrows, the glorious uplift of “incense-scented dawn” and the rich and poor buried together, equal at last in death." Ian Scott Massie 2024
Far From The Madding Crowd
An original watercolour, part of a series "far from the madding crowd" size of framed work (in oak) 16" x 12" image size 5" x 7". available unframed at £295.
Far From the Madding crowd is one of many famous quotations from Thomas Gray’s Elegy Written in a Country Churchyard.
The poem was written at Stoke Poges churchyard, a little north of Slough. Gray was hearing the bell of the curfew tower at Windsor Castle a few miles away as evening falls. I loved the poem when I was a teenager, visited the churchyard at sunset and it still all feels so familiar to me - the South Buckinghamshire landscape, the yew trees, the elaborate tombs and the mounds marking where the poor were buried, the silent owl, the whirring .flight of the beetle, the twittering of the swallows. It is parochial and yet universal because of its very human message that “the paths of glory lead but to the grave” and that pomp and poverty are meaningless in the face of death.
When I was asked to paint something inspired by the quotation I thought of some of my other favourite lines and how they could be envisioned with Masham's churchyard and the Dale’s landscape - the sunset light, the ploughed furrows, the glorious uplift of “incense-scented dawn” and the rich and poor buried together, equal at last in death.
The Breezy Call of Incense-Breathing Morn
An original watercolour, part of a series "far from the madding crowd" size of framed work (in oak) 16" x 12" image size 5" x 7". available unframed at £295.
Far From the Madding crowd is one of many famous quotations from Thomas Gray’s Elegy Written in a Country Churchyard.
The poem was written at Stoke Poges churchyard, a little north of Slough. Gray was hearing the bell of the curfew tower at Windsor Castle a few miles away as evening falls. I loved the poem when I was a teenager, visited the churchyard at sunset and it still all feels so familiar to me - the South Buckinghamshire landscape, the yew trees, the elaborate tombs and the mounds marking where the poor were buried, the silent owl, the whirring .flight of the beetle, the twittering of the swallows. It is parochial and yet universal because of its very human message that “the paths of glory lead but to the grave” and that pomp and poverty are meaningless in the face of death.
When I was asked to paint something inspired by the quotation I thought of some of my other favourite lines and how they could be envisioned with Masham's churchyard and the Dale’s landscape - the sunset light, the ploughed furrows, the glorious uplift of “incense-scented dawn” and the rich and poor buried together, equal at last in death.
Now Fades the glimmering landscape on the sight
An original watercolour, part of a series "far from the madding crowd" size of framed work (in oak) 16" x 12" image size 5" x 7". available unframed at £295.
Far From the Madding crowd is one of many famous quotations from Thomas Gray’s Elegy Written in a Country Churchyard.
The poem was written at Stoke Poges churchyard, a little north of Slough. Gray was hearing the bell of the curfew tower at Windsor Castle a few miles away as evening falls. I loved the poem when I was a teenager, visited the churchyard at sunset and it still all feels so familiar to me - the South Buckinghamshire landscape, the yew trees, the elaborate tombs and the mounds marking where the poor were buried, the silent owl, the whirring .flight of the beetle, the twittering of the swallows. It is parochial and yet universal because of its very human message that “the paths of glory lead but to the grave” and that pomp and poverty are meaningless in the face of death.
When I was asked to paint something inspired by the quotation I thought of some of my other favourite lines and how they could be envisioned with Masham's churchyard and the Dale’s landscape - the sunset light, the ploughed furrows, the glorious uplift of “incense-scented dawn” and the rich and poor buried together, equal at last in death.
Beneath those rugged elms, that yew-tree's shade
An original watercolour, part of a series "far from the madding crowd" size of framed work (in oak) 16" x 12" image size 5" x 7". available unframed at £295.
Far From the Madding crowd is one of many famous quotations from Thomas Gray’s Elegy Written in a Country Churchyard.
The poem was written at Stoke Poges churchyard, a little north of Slough. Gray was hearing the bell of the curfew tower at Windsor Castle a few miles away as evening falls. I loved the poem when I was a teenager, visited the churchyard at sunset and it still all feels so familiar to me - the South Buckinghamshire landscape, the yew trees, the elaborate tombs and the mounds marking where the poor were buried, the silent owl, the whirring .flight of the beetle, the twittering of the swallows. It is parochial and yet universal because of its very human message that “the paths of glory lead but to the grave” and that pomp and poverty are meaningless in the face of death.
When I was asked to paint something inspired by the quotation I thought of some of my other favourite lines and how they could be envisioned with Masham's churchyard and the Dale’s landscape - the sunset light, the ploughed furrows, the glorious uplift of “incense-scented dawn” and the rich and poor buried together, equal at last in death.
There at The Foot of Yonder Nodding Beech
An original watercolour, part of a series "far from the madding crowd" size of framed work (in oak) 16" x 12" image size 5" x 7". available unframed at £295.
Far From the Madding crowd is one of many famous quotations from Thomas Gray’s Elegy Written in a Country Churchyard.
The poem was written at Stoke Poges churchyard, a little north of Slough. Gray was hearing the bell of the curfew tower at Windsor Castle a few miles away as evening falls. I loved the poem when I was a teenager, visited the churchyard at sunset and it still all feels so familiar to me - the South Buckinghamshire landscape, the yew trees, the elaborate tombs and the mounds marking where the poor were buried, the silent owl, the whirring .flight of the beetle, the twittering of the swallows. It is parochial and yet universal because of its very human message that “the paths of glory lead but to the grave” and that pomp and poverty are meaningless in the face of death.
When I was asked to paint something inspired by the quotation I thought of some of my other favourite lines and how they could be envisioned with Masham's churchyard and the Dale’s landscape - the sunset light, the ploughed furrows, the glorious uplift of “incense-scented dawn” and the rich and poor buried together, equal at last in death.
The Curfew Tolls the Knellof Parting Day by Ian Scott Massie
An original watercolour, part of a series "far from the madding crowd" size of framed work (in oak) 16" x 12" image size 5" x 7". available unframed at £295.
Far From the Madding crowd is one of many famous quotations from Thomas Gray’s Elegy Written in a Country Churchyard.
The poem was written at Stoke Poges churchyard, a little north of Slough. Gray was hearing the bell of the curfew tower at Windsor Castle a few miles away as evening falls. I loved the poem when I was a teenager, visited the churchyard at sunset and it still all feels so familiar to me - the South Buckinghamshire landscape, the yew trees, the elaborate tombs and the mounds marking where the poor were buried, the silent owl, the whirring .flight of the beetle, the twittering of the swallows. It is parochial and yet universal because of its very human message that “the paths of glory lead but to the grave” and that pomp and poverty are meaningless in the face of death.
When I was asked to paint something inspired by the quotation I thought of some of my other favourite lines and how they could be envisioned with Masham's churchyard and the Dale’s landscape - the sunset light, the ploughed furrows, the glorious uplift of “incense-scented dawn” and the rich and poor buried together, equal at last in death.
