#P13: The Outcrop

 

This pastel painting is based on the charcoal sketch I posted earlier. It is interesting that the photographs seems to “unblend” some of the color strokes. I like both the real and photo versions.

This is a strange life. Working a full day in a dimly lit hotel room, strangers outside in the street and inside in the mind. At times it all feels unreal – disenchantment sets  in and it feels as if some terrible truth about humankind is is being unmasked by the unconscious.

How fortunate are those Knights of Faith whose anchor went down more than 10,000 fathoms of doubt. Becker describes them as follows:

Kierkegaard had his own formula for what it means to be a man. 
He put it forth in those superb pages wherein he describes what 
he calls “the knight of faith.” 
This figure is the man who lives in faith, who has given over 
the meaning of life to his Creator, and who lives centered on 
the energies of his Maker. He accepts whatever happens in this 
visible dimension without complaint, lives his life as a duty, 
faces his death without a qualm. 
No pettiness is so petty that it threatens his meanings; no task 
is too frightening to be beyond his courage. 
He is fully in the world on its terms and wholly beyond the world 
in his trust in the invisible dimension.

Becker, Ernest. The Denial of Death (Kindle Locations 5512-5518). 
Souvenir Press. Kindle Edition.

There is this feeling that beyond the outcrop of uncertainty we sense the understanding that was once lost. We do not have the social life of water.

Here are the last few verses of Tony Hoagland’s poem about The Social Life of Water:

All water understands.
Reservoir gathers information
for database of watershed.
Brook translates lake to waterfall.
Tide wrinkles its green forehead and then breaks
through.
All water understands.
But you, you stand on the shore
of blue Lake Kieve in the evening
and listen, grieving
as something stirs and turns within you.

Not knowing why you linger in the dark.
Not able even to guess
from what you are excluded.

Hoagland, Tony. 
Application for Release from the Dream: Poems 
(Kindle Locations 445-452). Graywolf Press. Kindle Edition.

Thanks for visiting my blog. I hope you are happy and content.

8 thoughts on “#P13: The Outcrop

    1. Sorry for the second comment. I had to say something about your text. I love your phrase “strangers outside in the street and inside the mind”. I, too, have that feeling when I travel. I think it’s part of the artist’s experience. But then there’s the title of your blog, which has such insight…..

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      1. Thanks Nadia. Yes, travelling pushes the comfort zone for me and I become more self aware of my own inner experiences when the familiar props are not in place. As you say, it is probably like that for every person who is very sensitive to her surroundings? Many thanks for your comments – you can leave as many as you want!

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    1. Thanks my dear Kate. Yes, too little sleep, doubt and all the old monsters to keep at bay. Good time to grow out of my comfort zone! Will do my best to post a sketch with flowers and dancing fairies tonight!

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