This invented dark landscape is based on one of the charcoal drawings I wrote about in my last post. This painting makes me happy, gives me hope on many levels. Yet it also confuses me – the way it came about.
This was painted over an old abstract painting that was so bad I just could not bear posting it. It was at the end of a tiring, less than successful painting session. I had some colour left on my palette and thought I would use it to do the underpainting based on my charcoal sketch.
I was completely void of expectations, relaxed and painting in rhythm with the music. Truly, the painting emerged by itself. I watched it being painted. I thought – what am I even doing here, if the beauty is there, always, anyway? It is hard to describe – the painting I like the most appeared when I was not there – how can it be repeated?
The image below shows some of the brushwork. I have always wanted to paint more like this.
Thanks so much to all of you who have encouraged me with constructive and positive comments and with likes.
A poem about meditation, losing yourself and finding freedom:
The myriad differences resolved by sitting, all doors opened In this still place I follow my nature, be what it may. From the one hundred flowers I wander freely, The soaring cliff - my hall of meditation (With the moon emerged, my mind is motionless). Sitting on this frosty seat, no further dream of fame. The forest, the mountain follow their ancient ways, And through the long spring day, not even the shadow of a bird. Reizan (died 1411), from Zen Poetry: Let the Spring Breezes Enter, by Lucien Stryk and Takahashi Ikemoto