This is my painting #61. It was based on a photo I snapped early one morning (below). There is some glare in the photo of the painting in the dark areas, which detracts from the overall impression. Try as I may, I could not take a photo of this without some glare!
This painting was a struggle. It is larger than most of my others, and I initially I painted the road more realistically, attempting to mimic the colour of the asphalt surfacing in the photo. I felt that did not work for some reason, and repainted the road later on.
The source photo is shown above. I cannot help but think the photo is a more striking, even emotionally charged, image than the painting. This is OK, there will always be another chance to try.
Over the past few weeks, I have slowly been letting my spiritual discipline go – eating too much, spending too much time online, skipping meditation. Anxiety and restlessness building by the day, I need to check and regroup.
I have been fasting today, knuckling down and gently leaning into a more regular meditation schedule. No painting today, but from tomorrow I will check to ensure that I practice painting as a quiet, slow, sacred activity, with the spirit present. Without it – living or painting for others – everything I do will be a failure:
The Failure I talk to my inner lover, and I say, why such a rush? We sense that there is some sort of spirit that loves birds and animals and ants - perhaps the same one who gave a radiance to you in your mother's womb. Is it logical you would be walking around entirely orphaned now? The truth is you turned away yourself, and decided to go into the dark alone. Now you are tangled up in others, and have forgotten what you once knew, and that's why everything you do has some weird failure in it. Kabir, translated by Robert Bly in The Soul is Here for its Own Joy
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