Here is my painting number 37:
The photo is somewhat underexposed – the actual painting is a bit lighter with more colour variation in the darks. I have been seeing abstract paintings in my mind whenever I close my eyes. But I did the underpainting for this scene a few days ago (picture below), and it was waiting to be finished.
This painting is based on my earlier painting #26, but this time I widened the composition and painted on a better surface!
Today was a beautiful, crisp and cold sunny winter’s day and I felt glad and grateful to have sacred time alone in the studio with my family safe and close. At sunset the Hakarimata mountains were shades of purple and green and the sky was flecked with red clouds.
This has been my route of fate thus far in my journey. My cup runneth over.
The Routes of Fate
The routes of fate, with my life I take their measure
And reflect on them with one half of my mind.
Days when the green wheat rolls and billows,
When the cuckoo’s call counts out what cannot be lost
And the farmers follow the wind with their ploughs –
With gentle understanding these I have linked together.
Gladly I bend under my burden of nettles and dead wood,
The sky is a crystal tambourine which softly your fingers shake,
Lombardy poplars escort me on my way.
Your goodness is like old sunshine on twigs that will soon be sprouting.
I am quiet with you.
White doves fly up to your heart.
Heinz Pointek (translated by Michael Hamburger in Modern European Poetry)
Thanks to all who commented and liked my last post. I felt quite fond of this painting and it was so rewarding to see such an encouraging response. I hope you have a great day filled with happiness and contentment.