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The first hint of russet leaves on the vines let us know magic is in the air as fall arrives in the Alexander Valley. The warm days and cool nights have matured the grapes to peak perfection. Over one hundred days ago, they first appeared as flowers on the vines; six weeks back, these grapes were green and hard, now they are soft and red. They are bulging with the perfect balance of sugars and acids. Yesterday was too early, tomorrow will be too late. Today is the day, today is harvest day.
In a series, "The Fullness of Time" would nestle between June’s "September Haze" and "Fall Vineyard." Those long since Sold Out at Publisher editions are among collectors most favored and sought-after of her California vineyard works. The long, horizontal format of the painting emphasizes the hand-manicured rows of vines sweeping across the undulating hills. Crisp highlights underscore the brilliance of West Coast sun.
At 60” x 23”, the Greenwich Workshop Museum Edition Giclée Canvas captures the you-are-here impact of June’s massive original painting, though only a few are being offered. A 41” x 16” Masterwork Giclée Canvas has been created as well, sized in keeping with the sister editions of "September Haze" and "Fall Vineyard." And, for the first time since 2002, we are making a June Carey painting available in a full-sized paper Giclée edition.
"The Fullness of Time" is vintage June Carey and wine country landscape art at its finest. Don’t let this classic pass you by.
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Born in Maryland, the first 11 years of my life were spent in Maryland, Virginia, and Pennsylvania’s beautiful Amish farm country.
Ours was a home always alive with the sounds of singing, laughter, and a love for the arts. My father was a voice instructor, and
there was a steady flow of eccentric, artistic, and interesting larger- than- life-characters, as my father’s greatest passion was
the Italian opera, and all its drama. But I was NOT a performer! And while the rich, and tragic melodic theme from Aida seemed to
always play in the background of my heart, and life, I found myself in search of a quiet reality, where no one could make me forget
who I was or why. The real-life opera of my family life was a drastic contrast to the truthful beauty of the tranquil land, where I
could breathe in the life of the things that flourished under the warming sun. I remember vividly, when I was 5, losing myself, in
the turquoise twilight magic of a summer evening, taken in by the breath of sweet fields of winter wheat, beneath the rising sliver
of a moon. Here I felt I found myself, my love, my truth. While the melodramatic voices loudly echoed from our little farmhouse, I
escaped into the quiet roar of the singing crickets, and the song of the meadowlark, and here I felt, was a place that was mine. As
my life changed, my parents divorced, and we moved away, I always longed for my beautiful Pennsylvania fields, where everything was
the way it should be.
I can’t explain why I feel such passion for the beauty of the fertile earth, but these things have been my real teachers. Through
colorful, and crazy years of growing up, from the Eastern seaboard, through the hills of the Ozarks, to California, where I arrived
at 19, the sun never fades, and the power of the earth causes brave little plants to push themselves into the light, even in the
middle of a busy LA freeway! These things make me happy and so, I have gone in search of the scenes where I feel the reality rich
with the breath of growing things, and the essence of life, itself, as the way the world needs to be for human beings to grow and
thrive.
I began painting full time in 1982, starting from the literal sidewalk, I did my time as a starving artist, with a young son to
raise from a first marriage. But, there came a time when I was happy to leave the tragic artist vision behind, for the happy success
of sell-out gallery shows, in Carmel California and award banquets in Jackson, WY at the Arts for the Parks where I won the Region
II Award twice. In 1991 I married late historical maritime artist David Thimgan, and for the next 13 years we thrived and grew
together, running with our cameras up and down the N. coast, trying to capture the California light we both loved. It was on one of
these impulsive escapes to the Mendocino coast, as we traveled through the back roads, that I discovered the California wine
country, in the all the glory of a late summer afternoon light. I was so happy to have found a place in California that reminded me
of my long, lost fields of Pennsylvania, where green things thrived, under the care of humans. I painted my first Vineyard scene in
1996, and as time passed, all this has taken me to the countryside of Tuscany, where I feel I probably lived in a former lifetime.
My Italian opera theme song has never left my heart, and somehow, life seems to have come full circle, to connect, again, the
passions of my life.
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