#O75: Where 3 Dreams Cross

This is another painting based on a photo I took during our recent holiday at Whangamata – taken on the same stroll as the image used for my painting #O73 posted a few days ago. I am quite happy with this painting, and at some level it is an ever so small breakthrough for me.

o75

The source photo is below. For me – the photo is quite a strong abstract image in itself. Painting this should be as easy as falling out of a tree – but somehow, it isn’t!

o75-source

In the past week or two, I have settled for most days into a steady morning routine of getting out of bed earlier and doing a 45 minute meditation before I go for my walk and then start the work day. It has done wonders for my crazy mind.

The mind moves without end; yet slowly – through the act of sitting, staying still, relaxed yet dignified and strong – a distance grows between what is real and what is the non-stop romance/horror movie of the mind. Who knows how far that distance can stretch?

I wonder if this is what Frederico Garcia Lorca pointed to when he wrote:

There is a whole world of crushed rivers and unachievable 
      distances
In the paw of a cat crushed by a car

In my painting above, I found – perhaps just for a moment – the joy of painting with an attitude of not caring, while still being full of care. It is hard to explain.

T.S Eliot alluded to this in his poem Ash-Wednesday. Here are some of my favorite lines from this long poem:

 Wavering between the profit and loss
In this brief transit where the dreams cross
The dreamcrossed twilight between birth and dying
...
And the list heart stiffens and rejoices
In the lost lilac and the lost sea voices
...
This is the time of tension between dying
   and birth
The place of solitude where three dreams cross
Between blue rocks
...
Suffer us not to mock ourselves with falsehood
Teach us to care and not to care
Teach us to sit still

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

6 thoughts on “#O75: Where 3 Dreams Cross

  1. I know that feeling of not caring and yet full of caring, it is a difficult balance if you are conscious of it or try to control it. I really like your painting but for some reason, that brushwork on the right side of the yellowish green intrigues me.

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    1. Thanks Aletha, and yes – indeed there are many kinds of wonderful available. I often sit and look at paintings of old and modern masters. Day one I think “THIS is what I want to paint like”, day 2: “THAT is what I would like to paint like”. Like you say – many kinds of beautiful.
      In the end, by hook or by crook, I believe after about 1000 paintings, our OWN type of beautiful may just emerge?

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