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The Art of
Donald Pass |
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Visionary artist Donald Pass was born in Cheshire, England in 1930.
From an early age he began painting landscapes of his native countryside. At school, his talent in art was recognized
and he won a drawing prize for a sketch of an angel with a lion's face he had seen beside roadside hedges.
At seventeen, he enrolled at the Stoke-on-Trent Regional College of Art and then continued his studies at the Royal Academy Schools in London.
He painted portraits, still lives, and landscapes with a high level of realism but as a devotee of John Constable and Samuel Palmer,
his work centered on landscapes. As he said, "landscape was the very heart of it; my heart was in the landscape."
Following his advice, Donald Pass did produce and continues to produce works based on the Resurrection. The earlier works are large black and white drawings; he later utilized watercolours, and now uses a mix media of watercolour, gouache, coloured inks, and conté crayons. He hopes that "my work is a mirror of the Resurrection that I saw. One becomes very conscious of greater powers beyond us; I was very conscious of them in the Vision. All I saw was a heavenly garment really, and the greater things beyond us we probably never will see." He intends his work on the Resurrection to be an expression of life and hope, not death, as he believes that the Resurrection shows that life will continue, that death is a transformation within life. He believes that "we are all one of the great many beings who will eventually rise from the dead and be a part of this great scene. We are important and small in relation to this. I believe that every one being, that every creature on Earth, is held in compassion by God, and I believe God is the centre of compassion. This is the one thing that came through all this: the one thing I felt all the way through this is this overwhelming sense of compassion."
Angels
A Sonnet by Donald Pass, June 1965
Drops of light mutter through gates of gold.
A single rose walks solitary asleep
Red shivers of my heart thrust out and hold
An angel, sent by God to keep.
Birds, trees, and hedges hold
Each other in a green embrace
And dance and twist down white country lanes,
Wild circles make around my angel of grace.
With purple face the mountain sleeps
White walls of the church wear garments of slate
But now the light shouts onward through the gate
Deep avenues of tombs pronounce the fate
Of souls no longer in despair
The angel with the lion's face in standing there!