Here is my painting #31 reworked. I did not like the happy colours – to me it lacked the depth I was seeking for. There were also some patterns that I felt lead the eye away from the centre of interest.
To me, the painting now, with several layers of transparent colour, is more lustrous and conveys some of the depth I was seeking. I realize this may not be in everyone’s taste, but tonight I feel quite happy with it – however, ask me again tomorrow and I might say something different!
I believe there are times for all of us when we reflect – perhaps waiting at a red light while the indicator counts time – and reach some terrible conclusion about life. We grow up and see how things really are.
Then something comes one day – like the passage in the painting above, just to the right and two inches down from the focal point. This being given, you sense a possibility that despite there being no hope, despite the certainty of nonbeing, everything is perfect. Trust is the key – I know not in what.
Tomas Transtromer ends his poem “After a Long Dry Spell”, as follows:
It’s all right to telephone the island that is a mirage.It’s all right to hear the gray voice.To thunder iron ore is honey.It’s all right to live by your own code.Translation by Robert Bly in The Half Finished Heaven
Without this awareness of nonbeing—that is, awareness of the threats to one’s being in death, anxiety, and the less dramatic but persistent threats of loss of potentialities in conformism—existence is vapid, unreal, and characterized by lack of concrete self-awareness. But with the confronting of nonbeing, existence takes on vitality and immediacy, and the individual experiences a heightened consciousness of himself, his world, and others around him.
Rollo May, in The Discovery of Being
…Existence takes on a vitality…
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