Here is my painting number 38:
Although this looks very simplistic – for me it was a battle to get the right mood and colour tone that I was searching for. I repainted the sky three times! Twice I wiped it off and started again, until I found a sky that – to my eye – correctly resonated with the mood and tone of the landscape.
I started with a very stormy, dramatic sky in the underpainting. The landscape is invented and all that is left of the original plan is the hint or ruin of a man-made structure in the dusk. I have no idea what that is, but the road leads there.
I feel happy with this painting – it takes me to gratitude and silence. Today I have excruciating back pain – something that happens now and then and often stays for a while. Often it is a call for me to slow down, meditate more and reflect. It is no fun, but I find it heightens self awareness and sensitivity. I may take a day or two off painting.
With apology to all proper poets who may just happen to read my post (sorry Robert!), I leave you with a poem of my own which deals with physical sensation during meditation:
Dissolving ThoughtsCatching them is the hard part.Once you have one,slow the breath and slide it gentlyinto the top of the head.Mark how it sinks easily to the base of the skull and thenreleases into the darker waters of the spine.Opposite the heart it disintegratesin silence, awakening villages of cellsin the forearms and the handswho – tired from hours of typing –send telegrams of gratitudeup and down the arms.The body awakens and threatens sweet rebellion.A familiar joy comes home.