Here is my painting #45:
In this abstract I was trying to move away from the straight lines and ledges I seem to be stuck on. I also started with a new limited palette in a new brand of paints (Old Holland). Losts of learning going on, and I am not entirely sure I succeeded with this one, but I enjoyed the learning opportunity.
A poem of distances tonight.
Don’t try to understand – just ride along and you may find yourself in the marsh of Painting #37, on your back watching the early stars in a field of moonflowers:
“The instant he boarded the plane
Toad was in London” – wrong.
“Toad’s unaware of distance,
between his belly and man’s,
between himself, the crushing wheel.
“Shrinking utterly, he’s nowhere” – right.
London, Tokyo, flattened by webbed feet
all at once. In the marsh – no distance, sound –
a scaly back is overgrown with moonflowers.
Shinkichi Takahashi, trans.Lucien Stryk, in Zen Poetry: Let the Spring Breezes Enter