Invented Landscape (Oil on Canvas 12 x 16 “). This is an invented landscape based on my acrylic sketch that I posted here. I was surprised how much I enjoyed doing something more abstract after working realistically for several paintings.
Below is a closeup of the detail in the foreground area. It felt great to be loose with my brushstrokes and just see what happens. I am glad it turned out like it did.
One of my favorite meditation teachers quotes the following part of a T.S Eliot poem in one of his talks. In the talk, Ajahn Sumedho discusses the limitations of thought – how one can be very clever yet void of any wisdom or empathy.
What is the alternative to continued (mostly anxious) thinking? To learn to let go of unneeded thinking and planning, and trust and find repose in the unseen, silent witness behind the eyes – that noble aspect of each human that never left us even for a second since we gained awareness as children.
Here is the part of T.S. Eliot’s poem. It is a verse in one of the Four Quartets (Dry Salvages):
Men's curiosity searches past and future And clings to that dimension. But to apprehend The point of intersection of the timeless With time, is an occupation of the saint - No occupation either, but something given And taken, in a lifetime's death in love, Ardour and selflessness and self-surrender. For most of us, there is only the unattended Moment, the moment in and out of time, The distraction fit, lost in a shaft of sunlight, The wild thyme unseen, or the winter lightning Or the waterfall, or music heard so deeply That is it not heard at all, but you are the music While the music lasts. These are only hints and guesses, Hints followed by guesses; and the rest Is prayer, observance, discipline, thought and action.
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