Waikato Landscape, Oil on Paper (8 x 10″). This is another oil done on paper. This time it is on HP Watercolor paper prepared with three layers of Gesso. Below is the source photo and a larger image.
In this painting I did not stray too far from the source photo in terms of composition, but the colors are pretty much invented.
I have been moving through dark waters – a fruitful dark. Somewhere in there is the dusk, the way to the back-country. This may be my last representative painting for a while, I think I need to paint some abstracts.
Here is one of my favorite poems, by Tu Fu (712-770). This one is translated by David Hinton:
INSCRIBED ON A WALL AT CHANG’S RECLUSE HOME In spring mountains, alone, I set out to find you. Axe strokes crack— crack and quit. Silence doubles. I pass snow and ice lingering along cold streams, then, at Stone Gate in late light, enter these woods. You harm nothing: deer roam here each morning; want nothing: auras gold and silver grace nights. Facing you on a whim in bottomless dark, the way here lost I feel it drifting, this whole empty boat. David Hinton. Classical Chinese Poetry: An Anthology Farrar, Straus and Giroux. Kindle Edition.
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