This is a reworked version of my painting #O56 which I posted a while back. The source photo is shown below. The painting was standing around in the studio looking dark and sad and I was contemplating painting over it, when I thought I might as well try and improve it. Not yet sure I succeeded, so it remains a work in progress.
When I started my blog, I was loosely following the “painting a day” movement – trying to get back into a habit of painting on a regular basis, not getting caught up in an existential crises about the “one big thing” I am working on.
In the last week I have been re-shuffling my approach, and instead of working on one small painting a day, I am trying to get into a rhythm of working patiently on several (slightly) larger paintings at the same time. I was encouraged in this direction by some useful information provided by the very talented Teri Malo, who answered some of my questions about her paintings and work methods in this post.
I am also trying to slowly venture into the land of larger canvasses and I think this approach could help. For me it does require an adjustment. Instead of one intense creative push a few days of the week, it seems like I need a more even approach; say, one gentle hour of work (normally after “work”) on whatever is ready for the next phase.
The patterns of my (our?) life keeps repeating. We think we see how we are put together, and then something changes – the New keeps pushing into our emotions, the internal deep. I suspect the wise man is the one that remains ever receptive, learning, accepting. T.S Eliot said:
There is, it seems to us, At best, only a limited value In the knowledge derived from experience. The knowledge imposes a pattern, and falsifies, For the pattern is new in every moment And every moment is a new and shocking Valuation of all we have been.
Nature requires awareness, dynamic alive. Don’t conclude, live as in a rocking boat at sea:
All the fruit is ripe, plunged in fire, cooked, And they have passed their test on earth, and the one law is this: That everything curls inward, like snakes, Prophetic, dreaming on The hills of heaven. And many things Have to stay on the shoulders like a load of failure. However the roads Are bad. For the chained elements, Like horses, are going off to the side, And the old Laws of the earth. And a longing For disintegration constantly comes. Many things however Have to stay on the shoulders. Steadiness is essential. Forwards, however, or backwards we will Not look. Let us learn to live swaying As in a rocking boat on the sea. Friedrich Holderlin, transl. Robert Bly, in News of the Universe: Poems of Twofold Consciousness.
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