Twelve Days of Christmas 2017

I am looking forward to honoring the light and painting one small 7″ x 5″ oil on panel painting a day for the 12 days before the Winter Solstice, the day the light returns on the 21st of December. They will be for sale each day beginning at 5-6pm.

I hope you will join me as I honor places that bring the light back for me. Find me also on my business page on Facebook: Charlotte Hutson Wrenn, Artist.

See you soon!

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Rain, a painting.

For those in Mexico City and for those affected by Hurricanes Harvey, Irma and Maria. Sometimes I have to honor the sadness.

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Solace, a painting. #Irma

I painted this 4’x3′ painting this week, sequestered during hurricane Irma while I, fortunately, had power. My thoughts are with those who experienced this vortex. This painting symbolizes hope within a storm, light at the end of one tunnel, and the tree allees of my beloved South Carolina Lowcountry.

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Portal. It is all about the light #Irma

original painting by Charlotte Hutson Wrenn ©2012

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Hutchinson House

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A June birthday as Wonder Woman.

This is a poem written to me 10 years ago, by the poet Chuck Sullivan © Zen Matchbox 2008, Rag Street Press. Worth remembering.

Chance Meeting Its Match

for Charlotte

Sheldon Church Ruins

Sheldon Church Ruins

I remembered you

before I knew you

before I knew you

were the most beautiful

question to the trick

answer of my heart

I remembered you

before I knew you

before I spread

my narrow hands

to gather to me

your moveable feast

of spices and sweets

of which I ever will sing

of how, “… I on honeydew

hath fed and drunk

the milk of Paradise.”

I remembered you

before I knew you

before I dared to enter

your body’s delicate drowsy

humming before I would be

wet in the fully yes

murmur of your soul’s flowing water

I remembered you

before I knew you

before the fingered little miracles

the fiery illuminations

of your touch

its match struck

unexpectedly in the darkness

surprising the dreaming candle’s

wick with a burning dancing kiss

 

I remembered you before I knew you

before I knew you

before my eyes felt

the dark-charmed silk

of you dressed in the quick-study

of your shadow’s welcome

dwelling in barest lavish sketch

Art’s empress in the doorway

Wonder Woman framed like the soul

arrayed within the body

making light of the darkness

around me as we met upon the intimate

threshold of our first perfect chance

meeting its match of our blood burning

in the spilled pulse of our Valentine’s fire

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The Hutchinson House on Edisto Island

I am thrilled to announce, today that the Edisto Open Land Trust has purchased this amazing place. Thank you, Jenks Mikell, for relaying the good news!

Charleston Through an Artist's eye

Oh, God of Dust and Rainbows/ Help us to see/that without the dust the rainbow/Would not be. – Langston Hughes

This red-roofed handbuilt house on Point of Pines Road was built about 1885 by Henry Hutchinson for his bride, Rosa Swinton. Today the skeleton of this house still stands. In the spring the house is covered with flowering wisteria, and all you can see from the road now is a purple haze, the color of indigo. It is slowly being reclaimed by the earth.

According to the South Carolina Department of Archives and History this is the oldest identified house on Edisto Island associated with the black community after the Civil War.

“Henry Hutchinson… according to a local tradition, built and operated the first cotton gin owned by a black on the island, from 1900 to 1920. He was born a slave in 1860” (and was the son of James…

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Welcome to my blog about the Lowcountry of South Carolina, a place proud with beauty, history and art. Sometimes we feel a call, to be, to go, to do. I was called to be an artist, and as an old midwife from Alabama said, “If the good Lord wants you to do something, you won’t have no good luck until you do it.”

So here I am writing about what I know, about the 'under glimmer' as the poet Basho, says, the way I have learned to see, to notice. I am inspired by, and talking about the history and art and culture of this place that has called me to herself. By the ancestors.

My background includes a degree in fine arts from a small private college in Florida, and before that, four years of all girls' boarding school in Asheville. I worked as a professional photographer, helped my children grow up, and now and I love seasoned things, good food, better conversation, beauty, my beloved and beautiful Italian Greyhound, Beau. Moved by the sacred places and stories of this beautiful historic land called the Lowcountry, I am here in spirit and I hope to infect you with my love of this place.

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