Here is my painting # 40:
I am not sure how I feel about this one, but I had some good moments while painting it!
A few hard days behind me, fatigue and worldly worries keeping the spirit in check. I wait for the tide to turn. My days at work punctuated by slow, unexplained sadness at times. I keep thinking of the lines in Simon and Garfunkel’s song “America”:
Cathy I’m lost I said, even though she was sleeping.I’m empty and aching and I don’t know why…
Searching inside for a poem to go with this post, I repeatedly came up with the last lines from Louis Jenkins’ poem Violence on Television. This poem, with some others by Jenkins, can be found in the Robert Bly’s amazing anthology News of the Universe: Poems of Twofold Consciousness.
It is best to turn on the set only after all the stations have gone off the air and just watch the snow fall. This is the other life you have been promising yourself. Somewhere back in the woods, ten miles from the nearest town and that just a wide place in the road with a tavern and a gas station. When you drive home, after midnight, half drunk, the roads are treacherous. And your wife is home alone, worried, looking anxiously out at the snow. The snow has been falling steadily for days, so steadily the snow plows can’t keep up. So you drive slow, peering down the road. And there! Did you see it? Just at the edge of your headlight beams, something, a large animal, or a man, crossed the road. Stop. There he is among the birches, a tall man wearing a white suit. No, it isn’t a man. Whatever it is – it motions to you, an almost human gesture, then retreats farther into the woods. He stops and motions again. The snow is piling up all around the car. Are you coming?
Many thanks to all who have encouraged me with comments, likes and follows. I have been quite busy the past few days and still have to reply to some comments. I hope to get to this over the weekend, so watch this space!