This is my freshly completed painting #26, paint still glistening wet.
I had a long battle with the foreground, initially I had a more shallow type of marsh in mind, as you can see from the under-painting below.
In the end I wiped the entire foreground and opted for a more uniform, dark and somewhat abstract foreground. It is dark and contains a lot of red and blue contrasts which I rather like.
When I started my current painting mastery attempt, I was quite fond of the texture of the Acrylic Gesso showing clearly, but now I am not so sure. After I finish my next painting I am going to try primed good quality canvas which I will mount on sturdy board and see how it goes.
I am drawn in many parts of my being to marsh landscapes with warm textures in twilight – land of ducks and geese that have the urge to travel long distances. Hunting season is starting and in the morning I will soon hear shots on the river. I understand the hunting instinct, but the thought of a duck seeking his mate as darkness falls leaves me quiet and withdrawn.
I leave you with a poem by the brilliant, late Shinkichi Takahashi, translated by Lucien Styk in his book, Zen Poetry: Let the Spring Breezes Enter.
Braggart DuckDuck lives forever,daily. Waking, he findshe’s slept a billion years.The very centre of theuniverse, he has no usefor eyes, ears, feet.What need for onewho knows his worldof satellite stations?Freed from time,changeless. Duck’s notsharp as dog shootingthrough space, a rocket.Besides he’sbeen there already.