This is an under-painting that became a painting of sorts. I was going to make a more realistic image based on the photo below. It was painted over the grave of an earlier effort – I forget which one.
I put down an under-painting in white and transparent red oxide. When I put the Cerulean blue in those sky holes it just blew me away. So I added some color in the foreground and just stopped.
Here is the source photo, not that it is really important in this case:
The tide is moving out. Like everything in the universe, positive has in time turned to negative. Hope rolls gently over into despair, the beautiful unfinished there on the easel – the same – now thin and deadly. Respecting the inner seasons given to your psyche, you take a seat and wait…Wind blows in gusts outside. Sunday afternoon.
Already There Here The fearful undertow of tension remains; the forced real of adult convention. And the interrupted dream of childhood keeps asking: when will school be out? Look again! Here now in that infinite inch between the whiteboard diagram and the marker in your mind. The client there in the chair shoeing you into the comforting invoiced prison. Instantly even and only here the mind that stretches to crystal focus and - walking through that situation in sunlit time, long and open - can touch hands, feet, breath. And overhead between the ears the sacred sound of air escaping: A never ending bell announcing: "School's out, School's out!" ©Fritz Jooste, 2016
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